*Trigger warning: violent death
Our threads, my friends, are plied
with trauma. Granddaughter
plummets horrified to Gorge’s
foot. Son’s spree leaves wife
and daughter dead. Husband’s
plane crashes into Rockies.
My mother survives only ten
days after gun-cleaning accident.
Grief’s loom weaves our plied threads
into one cloth, sand and stars—
that ancient wisdom—our warp
and weft. Sand scatters, reveals
what we would leave unhealed.
Stars guard our dream-starved
nights just as they lit
the psalmists’ thirst for words.
With thanks to Pat Schneider for giving me the courage to tell this part of the story and to Alex McIntosh for the sand and stars.