Time-less
i tell
my
self
i won’t be
sad
but been
this is different
than death
i know death
when dad died
it was sudden sorrow
that shatters you
in a second
when Granny the Great died
three Sundays ago
it was childlike sorrow
that changes the ground
you walk on
this is not like
that
this is sitting in sorrow
in a heightened sense
of loss
where time is
time-less
all the words
go back
into the alphabet
letters in a line
all the numbers
go back
to 1
there’s a voice
that talks
and a voice
that listens
taking it all in
in a heightened sense
of wonder
the bundled baby
is aware of the world
the world within a world
constantly changing form
a mirrored self
from this
to that
to else
when it rains
where does it go
you look up
then down
were it not for rain
where would we be
but a seed
asleep
that never knew
the sun
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