September 26th, 2011

530nm330Hz

A visitor

I sense it as it slinks in on kitten's padded paws,
A flicker, spotted briefly out the corner of my eye.
Invited into my moment by a snatch of music in the air,
The sights and shouts of random kids on soccer greens,
A sky as blue as heaven's dome the day we shoveled earth into his grave.

I feel its breath; I know it's there. Pretend it's gone.
Force-feed my brain, cram my mental gullet with neutral noise,
With cryptic crossword clues and software diagrams and
Purr, purr in the back of my mind it paces, pensive, patient,
Waiting for its prey, my mind, to drift, unguarded, back.

A friend gave warning; he was wrong.
"Twelve tons of freight train, one-ten MPH, and BAM! It knocks you flat."

No. Grief's not that.

Such gross assault is easy, lacking subtle wit and grace,
And makes unworthy challenge. Better far to slowly stalk,
To find the smallest pores in man's defense.

Grief sidles up and proffers comfort, warm and welcome.
I let it curl up in my lap, it gently makes itself at home.
I sit, bereft and weeping. Joined, yet utterly alone.