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the willow where I buried her

weeps regardless of the weather

the rain doesn't pull her limbs down,

she is reverent even in the heat of the sun

oppressed, she stays

and grazes the edges

of where you live,

quiet and still

my lesson here, I wonder

is how I can worship

like this, like even one leaf,

how I can see beauty

while my body bows

under the weight of my grief.

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