Grief:
And, for a long while
the days all ran together
time blurred itself
until the consecrated slots of day and night returned
like another genesis brooding…
dusk, dawn, evening again
and i saw the star rising within again-i could read sentences now,
when grief finally subsided the page came back into focus;
i could once again see land and sea, woman’s wrist in soft light’s glory,
a child’s eyes, a particular bridge at sunset,
and I felt like Noah’s bird, sent out to find a branch
of hope for us yet. I flew for a few days, watching the earth,
looking for a break in the waters, a fissure of what was there before;
i had been hovering over a void, for a while
then jumped back in and swam for land. And named it, once there.
And I returned to myself again, and started writing
more lines…stewarding my garden again.