There is solace in the falling leaves
silent to the ear
a soundless prayer
there is solace in days
drifting towards the unknowable
day and night when falling and drifting cease
then the silence of praise
That day in Las Vegas he tried to kill the music
music didn’t die but 59 people did
my student said the shooter was “targeting happiness”
some said they wouldn’t go to concerts again
What do I call the tears that are not wet
erupting silent sobs
this grief for the nameless kidnaps me
I love the delicious abandonment
pen in hand word wandering through morning
finding comfort in the unknowable
in the leaves falling nosier than snow
while others search for answers
I hear a friend tried to commit suicide twice in one week
I am buried in rigid stillness
he is broken by suffering
job lost
eviction
loneliness magnified
twice he tried a man burned by pain
I didn’t want to pick up my pen
but I did
heavy with love