Friday, February 20, 2009
Wear your grief like soft silk;
a shimmering air-light cloak against your skin.
Then, when the evening star glows
alone through blue-black light,
when perceptions loosen and solitude releases,
cover yourself in the purple velvet of queens and kings.
Let the weight drag against your limbs,
the heavy cloth round your shoulders
until you reach full stop.
Wait-then make the journey back through brocade, damask, satin-
sense again the silky, pliable
mourning-suit that allows you to move.