The Ending

A Poem

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

No, it wasn’t that the grief finally
let up
its hold anything but tenuous
constricting & writhing
always moving through this
thickening haze of defeat
& deadened desire
Pulled to the bottom before
being released
everything that gets stuck in the throat
has potential to ruin
the next breath
But there are umbrellas
stashed somewhere around here
Casing the head
for something valuable
you stop at the same time
relinquishing the moment: for once

J.D. Harms 2020