No children hugs this day.
A brief visit.
A few passing glances, a few hesitant excited words exchanged.
Standing on the low wall in front of the house.
waving good bye.
Their faces smiling.
Years of life experiences driving away.
I Returning the smile, the hair on my head alert.
Pressing my toes into the hard ground, just cold no heart beat.
Ivy creeping through the length of my body, taking hold, a tightness that goes deep,
Entwining my organs, squeezing, squeezing.
Down into my arms the tightness takes hold,
the sound of my heart throbs in my head.
Eyes stinging and lips burn.
The landscape of my being shifts in the heaviness.
Deep within the trunk of my being gives way.
There is deafening silence.
The grief of it, suffocating.
I Lie on the Earth calling her to enfold. – so the seed may unfurl and reach into the light.