“as I gazed up at the full moon rising through the trees and wondered how another month had passed, and I said out loud to that satellite—that desolate rock that does nothing but orbit and reflect light and drive the tides—-I said look how far I have come, I am still here, I have survived the worst of it, I woke up laughing last night, when was the last time that happened, and when the moon answered back with its wild silence I realized too late I was never talking to the moon at all, that when I speak to an empty place, I am always speaking to you.” DeathPoetryLossGriefPoemMoonSurvivalMourning Author:Jennifer Perrine
“I wondered whose voice that was—yours or mine or the great collective mouth that hums through the cloud and thinks it knows best how I should grieve, says get over it already” DeathPoetryVoiceLossGriefAdvicePoemMessagesMourning Author:Jennifer Perrine