On this day
the sun is peeking over the roofs to the East--moving over the pillows of snow
drifted & frozen upon nearly everything.
the sky clear
forget-me-not blue
pale
clear
at 8:30, i realize it was one week ago around this time that sorrow landed
with the pop & chaos of catastrophic violence
in Sandy Hook
I stop
and breathe
watching the sun and its reflection upon the snow.
to remember loss--my own personal, deep-to-the-marrow-loss
and how
above all things
the wish
that
everyone
would just
stop
(truly everyone)
just fucking stop
for a moment
for one moment
realize the depth of loss, the world's loss
to notice my aching & tattered hole
to stop
and in stopping
I notice the light is moving closer to me--silently sure & bold
silently illuminating my place
in stopping
we let the light catch up
