yoli

(I can’t
articulate --)

We say, “The river is endless.”
This isn’t true.
It runs into a body of water.

We say, “The sea is boundless.”
This isn’t true.
It surfs from shore to shore.

We say, “The sky stretches forever.”
This isn’t true.
It extends from horizon to horizon.

// // // // // // //

O
spider,
speck above my head
- silk strand
- fragile line.
Where do you begin?

Is my forefinger and thumb
your inevitable end?

How do I measure

it -

squeeze & done.

// // // // // // //

(Today,
Yoli died.

Grief
can't be contained
in a teacup.)

What is its measure
- an orb
- a silk strand
- a forefinger
- a thumb.

(I can’t
articulate --)

Evening,
sun sets,
moon rises.
I drink my cup.

My head says, "It will be a lifetime."
My heart argues, “I will drink it forever."