Life saver <3

Wait
Galway Kinnell

Wait, for now.
Distrust everything if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become interesting.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again;
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. The desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Wait.
Don't go too early.
You're tired. But everyone's tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a little and listen:
music of hair,
music of pain,
music of looms weaving our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

This is one of my favorite poems, and I thought I would share it with everyone. I first discovered this piece in the poetry class I took my senior year at UNH. Part of the reason I love it is because Kinnell wrote it for one of his students who was contemplating suicide. Not only did she not kill herself, she thanked Kinnell and he read this poem every time he visited a college in hopes that if anyone in the audience was having similar feelings they would decide instead to just... Wait.

So poetry isn't just pretty, it saves lives.