Slowly unwind your grief
take the tight coil from inside
we will stretch it with gentle motions
familiar soothing of spirals and knots.
You recall the easing of my coil
apologize for ignoring its chokehold.
I am unable to close my eyes
to the making of the coil
how its core formed as hailstones
cold layers of new ice
surrounding glacial center.
Reach for kindred grief.
Join the society
formed at the end of an alley
under a lone streetlamp.
We lean against brick walls
trade tales of how it was for us
pull shirt collars up
to protect us from the night.
Copyright 1989 by Laura Wasson Warfel