Grief

Every change brings grief with it, whether the change is major or minor. Sometimes others detect and carry the grief before we do.

I find a place to sit

Maybe grieve for things

Others have shouldered

In my absence

Others have questioned

In my presence

How can you not

Be sad?

They say

Where have you stored it?

I wonder if the next time

Something happens

(And it surely will)

I will find that place

It has taken shelter.                                                                                                              

I will find that place

And it will come

Out of hiding.

Now I sit and watch

The crab apple bloom

Exercise my feet.

I figure

When it does

The grief will catch me

Unawares