In this episode, we discuss a poem by Li-Young Lee. In the episode, I make a mistake by saying the poem is titled "So, we're dust" when in fact it's titled "To Hold":So we’re dust. In the meantime, my wife and Imake the bed. Holding opposite edges of the sheet,we raise it, billowing, then pull it tight,measuring by eye as it falls into alignmentbetween us. We tug, fold, tuck. And if I’m lucky,she’ll remember a recent dream and tell me.One day we’ll lie down and not get up.One day, all we guard will be surrendered.Until then, we’ll go on learning to recognizewhat we love, and what it takesto tend what isn’t for our having.So often, fear has led meto abandon what I know I must relinquishin time. But for the moment,I’ll listen to her dream,and she to mine, our mutual hearing callingmore and more detail into the lightof a joint and fragile keeping.

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