by Ann E. Michael
In the months that are now
after
the numb mourning,
wanting nothing
no blooms, no brights,
no bourgeoning
or nourishment,
you find yourself
altogether here,
even in his absence,
ready to embrace whatever
this immense world
decides to do with you.
You are like the saffron-clad
monks making their long trek
for peace across
a beleaguered nation.
They too look forward
by letting go.
© Ann E. Michael
Ann E. Michael (she/her) lives in eastern Pennsylvania. Her most recent poetry collection is Abundance/Diminishment. Her work has appeared in Ninth Letter, One Art, Ekphrasis Review, and many others, as well as in numerous anthologies, six chapbooks, and two previous collections. She chronicles her writing, reading, and garden on a long-running blog at www.annemichael.blog.
You can also find her on Instagram @aemichaelpoet.
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