~Blood of my Blood~

~The 36th Righteous One~

There is no name to be inscribed

 in ink or stone

for an almost forever

It’s a loss which circulates in the blood

from time to time
but more often than not

Can be felt down to the marrow of the bones

at unexpected moments
each step like walking on shards of sea glass

The almost promise

The almost happy ever after
The almost perfect sky

The almost absence from grief 

~Murmuration~

I watch, captivated

Unspoken and untethered they rise

a white winged blanket 

snow geese taking flight

from their camouflaged harbor

of frosty farmland

Hundreds in unison fl-fl-flapping

Whoosh                                           up

Tip-to-wing-tip they soar up up up

                                                              merging with the white clouds

                                                              safely cradling in against the sun