Inertia
Impetus?
Stimulus?
Got none
Gone, my son.
Reach deep
Can’t sleep
Wish I could
Know I should.
Easier said
Outta bed
Lookin’ high-low
Nothin’ to show.
Read? No.
Write? No.
Teach? Gotta.
Plan? Nodda.
Old desires
On the pyres.
All my files
Still in piles.
Grief?
Still chief.
The calendar?
A colander.
In a hole
No roll.
Wondering when
Tell you then.
Obligation
I do what I must
Touch of dust.
I reach, wanting return,
Into an empty cistern.
Dry well
Spiders swell.
Woven webs
Desire ebbs.
My core
Is no more.
Joy replaced
Tears on my face.
Work a drudge
Flow of sludge.
Obligation
My only motivation.
A smile will meet you
When I greet you.
It is a placeholder
For pain I shoulder.
For those who suffer
Give a buffer.
Grant space
And a little grace.
Set expectations aside
Stand by my side,
In silence
Quiet alliance.
Don’t ask, don’t tell
Your words, quell.
Let me be
But be with me.
Grief is hard. Praying for both of you as God brings you to mind. Cindy N.