1 Corinthians 13:10 (NSRV)
In grief’s suspension of reality,
disbelief blooms floridly.
Stray sense of right, of wrong
fills the void when breath catches,
when tears well, just before overflow,
when moan is only bitter taste
about to ladder its way out.
Fleeting interval of partial forgetting,
suggests that death is not what it is:
commonplace, ordinary, everyday.
Second only to birth, and barely that.
(cc) Karen G. Johnston