We stand in the field.
I swallow any words
that might try to fix things.
Some things cannot be fixed.
Instead, we say the words
that make us weep.
Grief stands with us then,
and holds us
with absolute tenderness,
its arms impossibly kind.
It starts to rain.
We do not move to leave.
Your poems always touch my heart, this one is so tender. Grief being kind and not something that you need to run from, especially when you can’t fix it, is a good thought for me at the moment.
Thank you … it was a very sad day. There was, truly, a beauty leaning into that sadness. Standing in the rain as we were, we were even able to laugh a few times as we grieved. I really appreciate your comment.
This is so lovely! “Somethings cannot be fixed” – how true! I live near Florida and we have many evacuees in our town.
My heart goes out to your sad heart. I hope your mom is okay.
Namaste, Augusta
Augusta, thank you for the comment. I imagine you do have a lot of evacuees! What a time it is. Mom is okay, thank goodness. This poem was written while grieving for a friend who died. I was lucky enough to spend time yesterday with her two children and the lilac tree they planted for her. yours in the broken and beautiful world, Rosemerry