Never Think They Can’t

It’s pretty awful for you
And worse for many others,
But acknowledgement never

Feels much like consolation.
Moments when your hurts recede
In friendship or kind weathers,

When the body feels pleasant
For a person to be in,
Possibly even well-loved,

Those are the consolations,
And fine food or holy sense
Of wonder their filigree.

The great consolation is
That consolations can be.