though the cut is sharp ...
shallow rest the ditches of sorrow & loss stark against the morning grey as blue jays call to the rain
and the missingness
everything is grey--fields & farther
sky & storm
heart & bone
thick this haze --this touchstone
the closer you gaze at the bottom, the sharper the contrast
between then
and now
then and now ...
wild the ache
wide the place of grief
keep it close and weave from it a life rich with stones
and the water of sorrow
