Hélène Cardona


If I could gather all the sadness of the world,
all the sadness inside me
into a gourd,
I’d shake it once in a while
and let it sing,
let it remind me of who I used to be,
bless it for what it taught me
and stare at it lovingly
for not seeping out of its container.



“Woodwork” is from Life in Suspension (Salmon Poetry, 2016).