Grief’s Appeal
Ask me questions
the deep ones
those that reach past my mind
with a long-handled ladle
dipping into my heart
even touching my soul
Draw out my Today Truth
And then stay
Not merely to hear answers
Stay fully present to bare witness:
Be willing to drink the saltiness of my sadness
Bathe in the waves of my anger
at no one and Everything
Savor the sweet memories—
These morsels are my manna
otherwise lost
in silence
Pull me in close
Because I—I am adrift in time
Disconnected from space
lost In myself, From myself
I need a tether…
even as I push away
I need the mirror of you
until I can find “me” again
Because in this undoing
I am unfamiliar to myself
A stranger to this new, harsh world