“Swept Up Whole”
You aren’t swept up whole,
however it feels. You’re
atomized. The wind passes.
You recongeal. It’s
a surprise.
And, an excerpt from the linked interview:
What do you think about the state of poetry and the reading of poetry in our country?
I never, ever worry about poetry or its survival because it’s the very nature of a poem to be that language that does survive. Poems are even better than tweets – they don’t require any electronic equipment. They can lodge right in your brain. They are by nature short. You don’t even have to remember all of them — you can remember just a phrase. That can be something you can turn to in any emergency, good or bad. You’ll pluck out a little group of words, just maybe a phrase, and that’s exactly what poetry is for. It’s for the things that really last. Because it lasts.
A Little Thinking 
a surprise is cool to have, beautiful poem.
That poem takes my breath away every time I read it. So true, and still always surprising to find yourself coming back together after chaos.
My heart aches for you, and for your dad. I’m glad he has someone to help him along this difficult journey. I hope that you, too, will find what you need. We are all here for you.