howl (and cry)

a shrouded moon
only
a sliver
of itself

low down
in the western sky

the veil she wears
to me
seems mourning

for how

how can it be
that
when someone . . .

something

so close to you
has dies

a day
still rises
with the sun

and forgets the moon
and her sliver cloak
of shrouding

forgets
the night
entire

something else
comes
something else
needs

something
takes the place
like a stranger
seated at the table
there

right there

making a different shape
in that setting
as though
it has always been
and
nothing has changed

everything
has changed

let us go
you and I
to a place where we can look up
to see the sky

there
let us howl

and there
let us cry

howl and cry
until
we are emptied

~

9 thoughts on “howl (and cry)

  1. Grief and loss. We live in a culture now that wants us to move on, to celebrate the life of the one who is gone and not shed tears. At least that is how it seems to me. And yet expressing grief is essential. Howling! Wailing! Well written and expressed especially for Australia.

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