The Task The Wish Part II
a poem by Michael Kleber-Diggs
art by Allegra Lockstadt
Continuing the invitation to be tender from The Task The Wish in 2020, Michael reflects on the same word in 2024.
To be tender—to hold out
to stretch, hold forth, to offer
or present formally
for acceptance.
To become tender—to be
affected with pity, to grow
soft, to soften, to render gentle
or compassionate…
Where are you tender?
Are you like me,
like I try to be, have tried to be,
tender only in certain places,
certain ways?
Sometimes
I feel the work of my life
is to find a way to love
what I love fully,
no holding back, no faking it,
to love past the fear that what I love
will disappear [again] leave me
devastated [again].
For years
I thought I had a way. I tried
to love what I could love enough
that it would always stay,
but not so much that if it went
away, if it disappeared, it would
destroy me, like it did
the first time I lost what
I loved and wanted to hold
Forever.
We are
wired for protection;
we have an instinct for
survival; and we survive
by fear of what
might
cause us pain—
that kind of cat,
that lovely berry,
and those particular
spiders.
It took me years
to realize love is not
a hot stove, so love is
not an option. And
avoiding love
even a little, well
that does not work—
stretch, hold forth, offer.
There is no protection
in love. In love we are
made tender—that is
how it works, actually—
the only way
it works.
We are left
with two choices:
to resist or
surrender;
to choose fear or
grow tender,
to be
affected,
but unprotected,
more reliant
on soft
things, soft people
to capture us
should we fall,
as we will, as we
must in this
world, in this
life, in our
lives—together
as we are, as we
have to be, be-
cause there is
no other
way to be
made except
to be made
more tender.