Carry it with you, cradle it like a quietness you can see all curled up resting and breathing in the palm of your hand. The neighbor's phone rings (you don't like that you can hear it), and your dog is too old, now, she doesn't meet at least 4 of the 7 criteria to keep a dog alive, now, so anything you might have held silently beneath one particular Mexican lime tree with gray thorns has up and flown away.
We write poems about our headaches.
(Words borne of a headache.)