fragile dust clouds, broken and crumbled parts floating, dancing, disappearing like dry mist into pale sky
out of it we came particles on top of particles, tiny pieces knit together when we got formed
I don't write much poetry anymore. Most poetry I do have reads like someone who wants to hear herself think in rhythms - seems so proud and silly now. But Patrick is encouraging me to weave words differently these days. He thinks it would help and he might be right - it might be the ambiguity that punctuated sentences cannot afford. I'll keep trying.
We felt the first breath of autumn Saturday and yesterday morning it swooped inside our open windows to wake us from Sunday slumber. I wish the seasons wouldn't change. I want this new absence to be as present as this moment - to always feel strange and wrong and deep. But the September sun is covering a new nook in the living room and I am reading with a cup of hot tea and a breeze around my neck. It's that push and pull again. All the wonderful things about September are now hard things, too.
That's my new favorite sun-bathing nook and the front of our new building and our bikes before we took them for a ride yesterday. We had no destination, but I knew we would be fools to not make one up. It's September, the month that ushers in the best season.
There are apple trees in upstate orchards and farmer's market Saturdays and favorite cardigans and pumpkin recipes for every meal. There are bike rides and football games and homemade versions of fancy hot drinks. There are these things in September and I don't want them as much as I do.
He was born in September, but just barely. September 30th.
Missing and remembering well is hard work, because it will never feel less wrong that he is gone. It will never get balanced out in a slow fade, especially never in September.
our bodies passing by like specks, caught by shafts of light at dusk, floating without consequence or weight.
I'll keep trying and writing and praying. September is a hard month, but it is also beautiful.
Find all our grief notes at this link and join with my family as we mourn in hope.