A Simple Dislocation

It seems today

a simple dislocation

of space

has caused a rippling

ache to graze the surface

of my soul;

and made a sadness

to be planted

in my heart;

an emptiness abundant

with that which is no

longer here.

A sullen home-

sickness lay ambient

upon the battlefield

of our living;

always just beyond

the veil of

form and void.

A low-grade reckoning

with our separations

crests onto the floodplain

of our days;

torrents coursing

just beyond the

banks and channels of

our containment.

Weeping tears

beyond my me.

Never able,

nor sure of holding

firm the regularity

of our suchness;

displacement

often rules the lives

we are trying

to fasten fast

to routine.

I reach out to all

that has come

before this me

in varying degrees of

attachment

and aversion.

Today, I am at a loss

for the missing

of Krista. My reaching

out seems to have

an end.