I can guarantee you, that

January 2025

As the clouds, and the days; so, too,

will it pass: the grief, that shows up a year late

that engulfs you and leaves you suddenly, unexpectedly

gasping for air.

It’ll pass.

And so, too, will the aches, and the discomfort, and the

double-edged sword cutting holes into your being.

It’ll pass.

And so will the misery. And the

incessant demand for excess effort because your days are longer dan those of others; your legs are heavier than those of others; your head is more complicated than that of others.

All of this will pass.

But so will the love. So will the sparks in your imagination,

so will the urge, the drive, the raison.

Be all that you can imagine, in love

and in life; for it’ll pass,

and so will you.