Grief

I found my grief
In sheets unfolding,
As I turned the bed
In the Upper Room.

The sent of Cedar
Clings thickly to your
Knitted sweater,
Hanging heavy on my shoulders.

It seems strange
I should be wearing
Your clothes;
Do you know?

This morning,
My foot caught on
A slated edge of path;
The pain rushed to my throat;

I looked up to see
The boats bobbing in the bay,
Beneath the day’s shameless beauty –
Somehow, without you.

How can a blossom
Be any less beautiful,
Simply knowing you
Aren’t here to bless it?

When will the flavor
Return to wine?

When will we taste
The joy of broken bread,
Together again?