The day after my mother
The day after my mother died
I cried the morning wet
Rain after
Air left my lungs
My years with her
Hanging in the trees
My sadness in the grass rising
I am alone and again
Without her
The embrace of tentacles strong and wild
Release me
Tangle my body
In this grave to bury
Behind the rocks imagine
Light danced in the corners
I looked
Earth in my nostrils
Perfume
This day One, my knees
I had been with her the years
My life
I am without her wisdom and confidence
Alone, my thoughts
Now as they were
Before
Air moves differently, in the morning
