From Diana – a beautiful poem about loss, grief and life … Thank you
i trace the exquisite lines of my grief, run my
fingers over the contours of the rock that is
my gut like the tender potter over his clay
kneading, kneading to soften the lump
and lift my head to find the
world hadn’t ground
to a halt in honor
of my loss.
squeals puncture the playground air
with a drumroll of sneakers that sound carefree but
for the worry of Tag. nothing matters more to the
flustered It than not being It anymore.
the park, a carol of delight
in the moment
it is a holiday.
a daughter is given away,
the sun breaks on the threshold of her hopes,
her horizon wide outside the windows of the church
i walk into an office, took the long way
through hell. after the unsure “i’m sorry”
the girl behind the counter continues on her business.
epiphany: the sky that had fallen…
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