feeling for the edge
It has been three years since this hole opened up
and I have yet to find the edge of it.
People have stopped asking me about you or how I feel.
Do I miss you, have I moved on?
And that is a good thing because on many days I don’t know.
Your brother, Roger, asked me a year ago
to write something for the cottage memorial book.
A few words about who you were.
All I can do is stare down into this hole
feel for the edge and wonder if I am ready
to explore its depth.
And this morning again my heart says
I am still not ready.
By c.m.brooks , July 3, 2016