In my grief
The trail
to Salt Creek
Is guarded
by prickly-pear
And jumping
cactus.
I can’t go back.
I have
forgotten
How to
slide down the shale ridge
To our
fishing spot.
How can I find joy?
I cannot
sneak past
The purple
sage on the ledge
Where
rattlesnakes thaw.
I am afraid.
I am afraid.
I can’t go back.
In my grief,
How can I find joy?
I can’t go back.
How can I find joy?
In my grief, I am afraid.
I am afraid; how can I find joy?
I am afraid - in my grief.
I can’t go back - in my grief.
How can I find joy in my grief?
In my grief -
In my grief -
I am afraid.
Afraid - can’t go back, go back.
Find joy - in my grief – find joy?
Go back.