Another poem processing grief



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The earth is good


The earth is good.

The rain is good.

The wind is good.

The sun is good.


My sister

lies wrapped 

in blanket earth,

below sky grey, then blue,

her thirst quenched by rain,

she is warmed by the sun

and moved in earth’s orbit

in a starry sky.

The forest,

the river, 

the desert, 

the bird in flight.

My sister is

returned

to 

all 

that 

is 

utterly 

good.


Anahata Giri 2015

Anahata Giri