The Thing Is
by Ellen Bass
(published in her 2002 book, Mules of Love, BOA Editions)
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weighs you down like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body understand this...