In the life before tears,
there are endless plans
and we avoid the difficult
feelings at all cost, as if grief,
pain, and loss are canyons
we’ll never climb out of.
But, then, one day, while
not looking, someone dear
dies, or a dream breaks like
a plate, and our world, as
we’ve known it, is blown
apart.
Then, we discover that
falling in the canyon is
our initiation, and
the river at the bottom
is the only water that
will keep us alive.
I wish it were different.
But the reward for being
hollowed out is that the
song then sings us.
. . .
