Coping With Grief
October in your māra
A month today, how is that possible?
I wash your floors clean your loo then sit in your māra
the one we replanted yesterday thinking of you soon I will
be gone from here with only memories of you in this place
How can I go without knowing where you are, other than in the box of ashes I carry?
I have no compass for this path but oceans of tears
and landscapes of kōhatu sit in my puku a dreadful dead weight
December 9, 2022
