Here I am
Aching to know
What’s on the other side of
My grief.
My child,
To share this wisdom
Would be The Gracious Luxury
For us both.
Sometimes it’s a sudden good-bye-
A take it and run good-bye.
A gone in a second, by a drive-by.
Good-bye.
Sometimes it’s a subtle screw-
Taken from us before our knowing could understand
the bond each birthday missed.
Grief,
My child
My self,
Is a ghost of an experience –
It lives between that memory we honestly know to be partially true
And now’s reality draped with denial by the unwitting mind.
It exhausts us
Into next. We curl-up into surrender.
Bind together imperfection and love
Cement another brick onto the memorial,
And walk home in time for dinner –
Today.
Hokis | Poetry 