Time’s scratchings

The digital window opens, we

Gaze 

at the Beloved

In a mosaic of bodies.

Awed witnesses of time’s scratchings 

on our faces.

Since we last held each other

Some have

Birthed children

Courted death day and night

Become love professionals 

Spent uninterrupted months in community

Or isolation’s court of despair.

Some have seen their guiding star vanish.

Pick your shade of loneliness,

The constant companion of all our days

As we weather our Tailored storms.

The voice of Grief

Trickles through the cracks of every

Dead end and respite,

Holding us close,

Tenuous lifeline corralling us together.

The outstretched hand

Claims its ancient tribute,

Growth paid in tears.

“The old idea of a hero is someone who suffers in full view of the community, and who is alive to a certain type of pain.”

“Why would we be together if we were not sad?”

#globalinitiation #grief