I Continue

Each morning

before the sun

shakes gold dust on the trees,

I awake.

Oxygen flows in and out

cells are nourished

and without thought,

I continue.

There is a space

so vast

between where I am,

fueling the flames of grief

with the only thing that keeps me alive,

and where you now reside

in liquid galaxies of light and dark.

How is it that I

go on?

Beauty,

the invisible hand of Grace,

reaches under my skin,

a lover making contact

a tightrope of sensation

Flesh & sinew & sweeping highways

of artery, vein, intestine and nerve.

Proof. Living proof. That

I continue

entangled in the

mystery

of life, itself.