Love Song by Nancy Schatz Alton
I write my own love song
equal parts poetry & sorrows
every experience that shattered me
sits next to my strength.
The rain slants
& this is still the perfect phrase
reused like sorrow & sadness
as familiar as rage & grief.
We seek new ways to describe
the same feelings everyone feels
every story is unique & starts
with a heaviness that lifts with the sharing.
It’s why we carry the names of the dead: Aaron, Miles, Cathy.
Outside the crows are gathering food for their offspring.
The Cypress tree shakes during feedings.
There’s a pause in everything
if I seek it, a yearning
for comfort within my fear.
I write my own love song & send it to you.