Grief is a Sudden Room — Margaret Ray
Grief is a sudden room.
After flailing around, breaking
all the furniture inside it for a time,
you can think you've shut
the ancient door behind you as you left,
but the latch hasn't worked for eons,
it will just spring open anytime
you open a window, elsewhere
in your mind. No matter. The room
will arrange itself in your absence
and wait for your return.
You've never seen such patience.
