“When the Sorrow Catches You”
How quiet soon your bones will be,
no jarring, no searching longer horizons for meaning or obscure shades of pink and orange combinations the free world could never join.
I have heard your quietness:
the stillness of letting go of becoming caught and owned.
Whatever else the bones might have been or become
the sweet sorrow of their surrender the following hush of allowing a life its rest the absolute cost: when the sorrow catches you not looking for a moment,
For an unaware second at ease and unguarded.