November 9: Inner Space

Grief is a hole that suddenly appears

Protected by an invisible seal,

Hidden, immeasurable, so that one fears

The indefinable may not be real.

And yet it can be felt sporadically,

At times both unforseeable and those

That fall beneath predictability

And half-remembered history- suppose

That curiosity will chip away

The seal, but fear of sadness fills the cracks-

Is grief a thing that thinking can allay

Or is it something everything impacts?

There’s no one way to meaningful goodbye,

Nor is there a convenie...