Grief Process, or the Function of Light as an Indicator of Time
The trajectory pushes me towards.
Trajectory: a push towards
(the sky became bright)
to sky blue, sun blue, light blue
with white clouds.
Trajectory: like wind.
Wind on white clouds.
The morning is still.
I looked up, and the sky had become bright.
A small shock.
The small shock of time.
Time as a small shock
takes the form of
a small shock.
The Landscape We Left on Each Other by Lauren Elle DeGaine is a Blasted Tree collection of poetry.
ISBN [Digital]: 978-1-987906-37-0
Cover Design by Kyle Flemmer