Slivers of light leak in through the screen and pane, under the heavy blue curtain. In the dawning dimness, a mirror reflects partially, a half-open door hiding what lies beyond. I am alone in a strange city.
Lament 2: In Metaphors
Lament 1
I exhale grief like smoke, On a hot summer night alone Except for emails And ads. Where is he now, body and spirit, Shrouded beyond In mysteries. I turn away, Pick up my tasks, look at nothing, and hide in darkness.
Grief
Like a sign finally read after years of passing by,
turning down the path I’m required to take,
asking what happens in this time called “grief”.
There’s work to be done, putting a life away,
hidden fears discovered, and stories told of
what I was too close to see in our shared time.
The busyness loosens and tasks frustrate.
Suddenly I am distraught and yelling, lost
and alone, shaking in anger.
Sometimes my voice wobbles and eyes tear.
Sometimes I am happy in a new moment.
Sometimes I don’t know who I am.
Some who have walked this path tell me
it never ends, but it has corners of comfort
and grows less steep and rough.
I want to be . . .
I don’t know what this “new normal” is
yet.
Alone – Credo
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” - Mary Oliver Only a little time left, to walk alone in this precious and wild world; I plan to shape and walk my own wild and precious path.
Shared Poem – Ros Barber
I’m sharing a poem by the poet, Ros Barber, with what I think is good advice, especially in midsummer.
Impermanence
A silent cyclist speeding by;
a sudden noise in an empty house:
impermanence
Alone
I am getting ready to be alone with just your fingerprints
Vigil Questions
Who suffers more, the watcher or the watched? The leaver or the left?
Sorrow Creeps
Sorrow creeps
up the stairs; banisters help.
Tomorrows are collapsing.
Dreamspace
An Excerpt
O send me disorienting dreams, I pray, and save me from a rational life.
Learning Living 