As the world came apart,
We have come together.
Only we can save us.
Our faces fill with the hour,
New meaning lapping
Against us like mooned tides.
Laden with what we’ve lost,
We are led
By what we love.
As far away as it is,
The late sun looks
Peelable in our palm.
That is to say, distance
Renders all massiveness
Carriable. It is the carrying
That makes memory mutual,
The pain both private & public.
Slowly, grief becomes a gift.
When we greet it, when we listen to our loss,
When we indeed let it live,
It will not shrink in size,
But lighten in load.
It lets us breathe.
The densest despair takes
Us to no ordinary joy.
Sometimes diving
Into the deep inside us
Is the only way
We rise above it.