Tempest

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.   — C.S. Lewis

Four a.m. and the black wind
thrashes implodes
pauses resumes

half-awake I quake like
a primitive acute with
smallness trembling with

my part of
the damage

her warm weight and
rumbling benediction have
sweetened my life for years
now my old cat falters

in the chasm opening
beneath the ground where

your marriage fails
you cannot work
your child gets
the diagnosis

the wind blows feral
through us how we
twist and shudder how we

pray up the sun
with the edge of
our fear and

each day is like this
for some of us
somewhere
each day and
each night

our separate petitions
rising and merging
calling to each other
in the dark

and have you ever been
less alone?

 

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24 comments

  1. I have just “discovered” you from your comment on a poem of Bob’s I also liked. I think I’m following you now. Not sure….

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    1. Yes, you are. Thank you! I’m delighted to be discovered in such a classy way. 🙂 Bob Okaji is a marvelous poet.

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      1. Thank you. In addition to his writing I have found him such a generous spirit, giving understanding and encouragement. He has helped me with motivation to keep writing a few times. Now I have the opportunity to look further into your work. I look forward to that.

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    2. Gratified to have the honor of your attention. And I agree about Bob: a kind and generous man, as well as a marvelous poet. Here he is, for those unfamiliar:

      https://robertokaji.com/

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  2. slukwago · · Reply

    Beautiful, Rafiki. Thank you for reassuring (us) that this was not a suicide note. I read it more as a reminder of loss and being alone. And maybe when someone or something important dies. But loss and aloneness … I am with you

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    1. Thank you, Rafiki.

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  3. We watched full moon last night from Prambanan Jogjakarta.

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    1. It is quite beautiful here, too! Another way we are together.

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  4. Barbara Wanquist · · Reply

    You made me cry, Bucky. Love you.

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    1. Love you, too; so glad to feel you out there.

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  5. Profound and moving, as always, Cate.

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    1. Thank you, Leah. I’m glad you found it so.

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  6. How ironic that feelings are both our greatest gift and our greatest pain. There are many times when I need to just look up in the night and get lost in the immensity of the universe. … I love your writings.

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    1. I believe I know how you feel, Russ. Thanks, as always, for your response.

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  7. D'Arcy Fallon · · Reply

    Is everything OK? No, of course not everything is OK. But are you OK? xox, Bisty.

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    1. Oh, yeah. Just part of my experience (and, I suspect, others’). But it’s a poem, not a suicide note. 🙂 Don’t worry, Bisty!

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  8. beautifully evocative.

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    1. Thanks, Steph.

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  9. Isolating has given all a common experience, indeed a bonding none expected.

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    1. Indeed. We’re alone together, even if we sometimes can’t feel it. Thanks, Jazz.

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  10. Have you ever been less alone 🙌 🥺💜

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    1. Thanks, Lucy.

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  11. Very moving

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    1. Thank you, Leo.

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