I wrote two poems last week, both inspired by seeming impossibility. One is about the impossibility of grieving someone you love. The other is about how beautiful life can be despite it all. (Content warning: grief, loss)

1. Grief

31 Years 

It's 11:00 pm and I'm swallowing a tire.
I'm up crunching numbers on a river rock. 
I'm birthing trees out of my palms,
holding marbles on a fence-edge in a hurricane.

I'm watching your breath slow,
taper,      – 
I'm there, I'm here,
seeing (imagining)
the moment you stopped 
being ours.

2. Grace

Communion

A dog points its chocolate eyes at me,
two lighthouse beams 
charging the rough air
with tenderness.

The trees point their many hands
to the night sky. A bat unfolds
a quilt worn through with stars.
The breeze lifts my chin.

god holds her palm
to my chest. Alive,
she whispers, placing
the half-moon on my tongue. 

When life feels impossibly hard, my wish for you is to encounter the impossibly wonderful, even if only for a moment. I’ve found a lot of little things can help lighten the load of all the big things.

Here’s what’s helping me this week:

• Butterflies, birds, fees, and flowers

• Music

• Not looking at my phone for a few hours at a time

• Sleeping

• Reading/listening to delightful books

Sending you love in buckets. -LJ