Fast moving clouds
leave light
shifting shapes
on bare bedroom walls
turning emptiness into shadow
and back again
What is grief?
I could give an answer
of what I thought it was
of what you’d expect it to be
How do you describe
the intangible
when words you thought you knew
are now simply letters arranged
on blank pages
When light disappears
for too long at once
the vast space
seems to swallow me whole
and my breath
needs reminding
of its natural steady pattern
coaxed in
sweet-talked out
But clouds keep shifting
and light continues to find
its peculiar way through
