Moving Sidewalk
How do you describe
what it means to grieve a loss-
pulled by a force not your own
through a world that insists
on proceeding as usual?
I’m not sure I can tell you,
but I’ll give it a try.
Have you ever been on the moving sidewalk
in the airport, gliding along alone-
and you hear the sounds around you,
and slowly pass people at their gates,
others walk beside this sidewalk at a different pace,
some laughing, some silent, but all far away?
And you’re there, in the same place
passing through at a different speed
all the sounds meshing together
in one indecipherable sound.
You see…that’s grief.
We keep moving toward the next thing in front of us,
making the best decisions we can
filled with hope that we won’t feel this way forever-
and, thankfully, hope is a powerful thing.