I go into and out of grief

I go into and out of grief

Sometimes with no one watching

Sometimes where tears are forbidden

Sometimes the ground is frozen

In patterns and through my tears

I gift myself this beauty of sidewalk shadows

And for a moment detach as 

Marie Antoinette played the shepardess

And let them eat cake

The mystique of her ignorance

Or there is a woman whose skin is like silk

She is beautiful We meet between worlds

I give her my shoes

Knowing she will never wear them

The cold talks and winter

With no one watching I sometimes

Cry in short bursts

Baroque white surrounds me

I have no tangible reason for misery

In curious guilt 

On newsreels I have seen the women wailing with

Dead children in their arms

I would like to make friends with them 

who have lost more than I

I want to know the map, the path 

And how they are still standing

How do you get past, death or fear 

Is the answer falling in some fools blind ear

What way is there to walk the territory of grief ?

The  faith that keeps you walking

Perhaps even human