“We must be ‘in love’ before we can understand the mysteries of vision.” -HD
Words are not many, not enough to say,
to write, to speak, to paint on cloth
the thoughts, intense and magnified, of loss.
Sudden, irreparable. Loss. The pain,
our newest journey, is our present need.
Reconciliation with the absence,
now acute, now chronic, is a far road,
a distant path unmarked, perhaps un-walked
before. But we begin. Baby steps. One
by one. Our choices constricted, our motion
chained, the path is poorly illuminated.
Show us a sign! Lead us to the new light!
Let’s hold each other, gently, through the storm.