It's Still Life

A Descent

The day before Dad died
he said he didn’t think
he was going to heaven.

The next day it started,

my descent into that valley
of loss measured in hours.

I slipped into the deep dark.

That was the year I became a poet,
as if there was a rise of song,
or an old acquaintance born.

It was a time before I returned to normal.

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