This Verse

A gray day stretches
and yawns before me
What can I be but 
grateful for it
as it heals and hides me
from every blazing sun

Such temptation to demand
more from myself
After a dozen breaking years
it is mending, tending
the meeting of my need
that will heal and make whole

Come sit with me here
drink our coffee black
I have missed that
smoke-drawn halo
too distracted
to taste your absence
this and every other loss
buried by too-muchness
Tell me how long it will take
to disinter us both
gather bone and fragment
assemble a body
in which to breathe

I need to remember 
every twinkling thing
the lightness of my step
how hard I slept
unfettered by
this weight of worry

When you poke around
a self turning outside in
be brave, oh, be kind

Sky clouded deep gray
lies over and below me
I fade at daybreak

You met me in sleep
all shadows and deep rumbling
ghost of my last life

My heart hurts for us both
here and there
lonely wandering
wondering
what can pull us forward
carry us through

You wound from your own hurt
a sharp word, unkind tone

I am in the wrong place
with the wrong people
not just wrong chapter
but wrong story

It is fear
not love
that troubles my sleep
leaves me wakeful
wandering
all sharp points
heavy sighs
resignation and defeat
convinced I will be swallowed
whole