What is it to grieve?
What does it Feel like?
The air of me gasps
The earth of me trembles
The fire of me pushes my blood
The water of me falls in a torrent
They ask it of me, these elements of creation
This full presence
This authenticity of self which includes them
This fullness of humanness not limited to the edges of my skin
When the sunflowers bow their heads to the rain
When the trees crack and break and fall in the wind
When the volcano erupts and the lightning strikes and the grasslands burn
When the rocks tumble and break to become new beings
My fullness of life is not limited to the edges of my skin
The earth holds it all, holds me all
Holds all of me
Gasping, trembling, pushing, falling
And rising again.