The line comes from the last half of Mary Oliver's poem, "In Blackwater Woods." If poetry's word arrangement is off-putting first read this like a paragraph:
Every year
everything
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it
go,
to let it go.
Letting go can be heart-breaking for caregivers. Letting go of anyone or anything loved is soul-rending because "life depends on it." That is why Oliver's lines are as bare-boned as December trees.
And letting go can also deliver the salvation of a sunset ("whose meaning/ none of us will ever know") ending a day that I held against my bones.
-Erie Chapman
Photograph "December Trees" by Erie, December 6, 2020

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