The Wave Theory of Grief, poetry by Matthew James Friday

The Wave Theory of Grief

Two ducks bullet overhead,
fire over the lake
where a hawk circles, darker
than the albatross winged gliders.

I sit and watch,
peaks and troughs of grief
deepening in the quietness of water,
the twitter of birds.

A blue tit bolts down
and then back up into hiding.
Each indifferent beauty
reminds me that he is not here.

I sit and watch
riding the constant waves,
carrying no matter, just energy,
just endless particles of pain.

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