FOR WHEN YOUR MOTHER HAS BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER

You will not be spared, nor will what you love be spared.

A wind has come and gone, taking apart the mind;
it has left in its wake a strange lucidity.

How privileged you are, to be passionately
clinging to what you love;
the forfeit of hope has not destroyed you.

This is the light of autumn; it has turned on us.
Surely it is a privilege to approach the end
still believing in something.

- Louise Gluck, October