Grief Is A Place

 

Grief

is a place

without words.

Let's all meet

here

where myriad branches,

fragrant blossoms,

fruits both

sweet and bitter

spring from the hollow

of a tiny seed,

a seed that is planted

in darkness

deeper than prayer,

deeper than breath

can go. Friend,

we are the flowers

and we are the mud.

Let's all meet

here.