in a 180 roll
i’m still tumbling
wings pursuing the wind
free fall feverish flight
sightless vision
stirs the story
i’m gonna gather
my separated selves
into one, and
linger here on a lost lanai
where waves comes to shore
in a watery way
i’m forgetting the grief
and the ground feels real
**poet’s note to self: writing is a way of remembering a sister who has passed…** this gets harder not easier as family and friends move from one to another… writing is helping… a way of speaking that i could not would not otherwise…
