Reflect
Sitting on the dock, I can touch the still lake where ducks talk to each other in invisible nooks within the reeds,
and a dog barks from somewhere far off.
I see only incomplete beauty, for even in the silence of this day, with only a gentle breeze and the soft warmth of the sun,
my soul shivers in sadness.
The path of the water that ripples and glimmers,seems never to reach beyond my eyes, to touch that place in my heart,
where I once felt such ecstasy in the exquisiteness of nature.
You must be here. Aren’t you everywhere?
No longer are you separated by bones and skin and muscle and organs.
There are no longer the boundaries that living humans are contained within.
The pain, the pain, in my head. I say I can take no more.
I try to remind myself that there will be more gentle times, when I will walk softly above the grueling savagery of grief.
The world is incomplete. There is a black hole inside me that will not go away, and somehow I must find a way,
to learn to live again.
