I.
There is a birth of grace
She's a slow and fragile one
to me, at least,
holding hands, learning to invite her in.
She'll be there to the end.
II.
Silence
The entry, behind the mountain,
kept shivering.
III.
Every loss engraved.
Every gain forgotten.
IV.
I had a built a connection
it had no tracks, a barely discernible path.
Before surgery I had kept to the city,
the high speed grief train.
Reflective windows, you can't see in.
V.
I can't prevent the loss
but as I am crushed
I can glory in the new wine.
