Early Morning. Again

I sit on the sofa,
alone in the sunroom,
stirring a cup of mocha-coffee,

Soon it turns cold.
Your mother’s quilt, an heirloom
pulled off our bed,

wraps my shoulders.
The corner touching my cheek
is soaked in wild grief,

bleak as blackened
marigolds and frozen thistles.
A staccato crunch announces

our cat, Archibald.
He leaps on my lap with a black-wing
bloody goldfinch in his teeth

that he refuses to share
with our Yorkie who yaps and gives chase.
The earlier order–coffee,

silence, grief–fractures.
A small meteor explodes: Your rocking
chair falls, dust motes fly,

book chapters end
unfinished, alphabets around the world
spill and scatter. Unaware

of your death, dog,
cat, dying bird–even dust motes
and coffee gone cold–dare

to continue their course:
Burnt toast lingers on my tongue, bitter
as unuttered words.

“Seven years ago I was awarded a scholarship to Denver’s Lighthouse Writers’ Poetry Book Project, and I haven’t stopped writing since! I have studied with Chris Ransick, Elizabeth Robinson, David Rothman, Jericho Brown, John Brehm and other visiting poets. My manuscript Stitches That Seam the World was longlisted from entries into the 2018 Grayson Books Poetry Contest and was a semifinalist in the 2017 Crab Orchard Series in Poetry First Book Award competition. Additionally, the poem “Mannequin” was published by Think Journal in 2017. I have also published a nonfiction book entitled Mom and Dad are Divorced, but I’m Not.”

About the Poem

“This poem was written a couple of months after my husband died. At the time, I was struck by a pervading sense of unreality as I went about my life. Everything was the same, nothing was the same, and I felt completely dispossessed.”

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4 thoughts on “Early Morning. Again”

  1. Such a description of profound grief. My husband of 40 years died May 10…I tried to put the wet laundry in the pantry today, found the
    ice cream in the refrigerator…may you find peace in the challenge of
    gut-wrenching grief and be safe in this pandemic…

  2. Gabrielle Langley

    Wonderful poem! Powerful imagery and wonderful use of sound within the poem. Thank you for sharing this.

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