easier than grief

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    easier than grief

        rain would be easier than grief
        because its cast away to soils
        that want to dry and be reborn.
    my tears are so much a part of me
    that my throat is a white-knuckled fist
    clenched around a marbled breath
        that my lungs can no longer grip.
    the rock of my heart has no way to beat
        so that my temples ache from my chest.
    and my eyes burn with the coals of a life
    that used to flare like a sun

        snow would be easier than grief
        because its touch, which chills, then burns the skin,
        is ice on a pond: superficial.
        cracked by a word, broken by touch.
    the cold in my heart extends to my hands
    so that they are blind on the ground.
    it freezes my face
    so that my parted lips, which try to form words,
    are caught as a gulf on a glacier.

        storms would be easier than grief
        because they rage in exultation.
        they draw out the fierceness of the world
        and fling it around like laundry.
    my grief can't rage, can't fight, can't fierce
    its way out past the bones of my body.
    no sound drowns out the ache in my throat and eyes,
    no dreams bring true sleep: no touch, relief.
    only the ache, ache in my throat and eyes,
    like a mountain slowly cruching down
    on whats left of the heart beneath it.

    death would be easier than grief
        they speak of doorways, of hidden gifts,
        the speak of lights and gods and heaven.
        and in their stupidity, the speak of time
        as it flows like a thickening quilt
        to comfort a night of chill.
    there is no time in grief
    there's no gap between then and now.
    only the touch of the wind
    on my salt-tightened cheek
    reminding me again and again that
    the moisture isn't rain.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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