I could be
stained with anger
crawling into a comfortable bitterness
into a quilt
hibernating until the heat
of summer
forces me out
but tear me wide open
I will feel the penetrating ache of missing
you
letting time pass slowly
without resentment
without forgetting our dreams:
painted tire swings on every tree of the cemetery
and
eating maple pecan granola in our morning bowls
collaging together with tea, snow falling under streetlights
I will cry most days, maybe
but this, this
this throbbing flow of hope
this rawness creating innocence
a continual newness
is better than being immobilized
frustrated
so grow
within me
light
push out any darkness
I’m yielded
startled
but
ready
