here was a certain shabby authenticity
to her work
she found it in the days
she found it in the nights
she overcame the impulse to wait
Instead, she found her poetry
amid the shabbiness of day to day
which was what she needed to know
to keep going.
Which is how some
come to distrust lightning.
When it struck
she paid the price,
lived to tell about it.
People mistake those poems for her best work.
But really her work is in the intense and quiet courage,
the round of day to day
the odds and ends
that are made to add
to the life long vision she had
of who and where we are.