How to Hold

Whatever it is,
hold it
like it's the only
other thing out there
in the nebulous vapors
of circumstance.
Like the firmness
of foundation
and firmament
depended on your
holding it.
Like the same
fluke convergence
of factors
that brought it
into your arms
is not repeating again.
Hold it,
this armful,
this lucky chance,
this grace,
like there's never been
or will never be
anything
or anyone
outside of that
embrace.