Friday, May 14, 2010
I wrote this poem the day after my grandfather's funeral.
I woke up this morning with raccoon eyes,
My head heavy with the fog of the day before.
In my closet, I glanced at my winter blacks,
And reached instead for bright blues and reds.
I am tired of the blackness, darkness, grief.
The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and my flowers are growing.
I want to shed this sadness like an old snake skin.
But the scales still remain around my heart.