Evening Poetry, August 22

The Blessing

by Joyce Carol Oates

Barefoot daring
to walk
amid
the thrashing eye-glitter
of  what remains
when the tide
retreats
we ask ourselves
why did it matter
so much
to have the last
word?
Or any
word?

Here, please—
take what
remains.
It is yours.

You can find this poem in the July/August 2020 issue of Poetry Magazine.