Not Knowing, Only Loving
When I was twenty-two,
and my old dog was a puppy,
I had no earthly understanding
of what loss might feel like.
I didn’t know the knife’s sharp incision,
like a flash of light,
that could disappear an entire
generation, and all its memories.
I didn’t know the slow acid-burn of grief,
the way a small crystal or arrowhead could
send me into spirals of shame –
why does this have to take so long?
I didn’t know the way to connect
until one whose time is near
led me to this simple water:
Photo: Valerie Nilson