Category: Grief
-
Lantern on path
Lantern swinging down path — I wonder if it is really there, if that is you, or just some accident of moonlight and wind. How is it possible for the night to be so black that no adjective makes sense? Just black-black, with shadows hovering and the wild phlox lopped over reflecting greywhite back up.…
-
Simple grief
bruised inside unable to feel my edges the weight dyed into me now, a flaw a hollow bell ringing itself, silent
-
It is a mystery
It is a mystery, some prefer to say. But this loss holds me still, years of confusion, hunching towards this, that — perhaps spiritual decline, perhaps a more ordinary plight. Either way, the residue stains. It is that purple stubbornness I cannot separate from, prevents perspective, cannot see at all if not through it.
-
Girl with father in emergency room, 1983
This is the dance we made together, when justice broke open on our laps. How we spun that night — me shifting, you spilling, our learning together that wild-beating fear — boiled as one into a speck, set to carve our way through years, to now, and on. As the stars rise through the night,…
-
All things dissolve
holding out, holding in breathing out, breathing in revolving in, out of grasp rolling forward, retreating glow of strangeness, familiarity a curtain swaying across the sill between isolation, intimacy images flip, return to face me who we were, who we become where we were, where we find ourselves what we knew then, what we still…
Poems from in between 