Song of Aftermath

Standing, now, in a place

Scrubbed raw by flood.

I, who sought neither

Rapture nor fracture.

Now the question is:

What to do with shatter?

Someone else’s map?

I’d end up half-trapped;

And even the best often

Just guess what’s next.

If I’m to grow now,

It will be through grieving;

It will be through this

Deepening I didn’t choose.