Love and big fish, at the Drift Inn

I found an even better resource for regular inspiration-via-verse than the Poetry app: the poem-a-day email newsletter. Today’s edition delivered this timely piece, given my travels last week to see Mom safely through her heart surgery:

Emergency Vehicles

Emergency vehicles
are on the way but
slow ones. You will
have to go on for
some time. Well, years.
Then one day they will
suddenly arrive
and show you your
chest, which is
neatly packed with
something, you see.
You thank them,
having feared you
would be lost.

Kay Ryan, 1945