Poem: Hold Me

Sadness like:
Delicate old crumbling lace,
dried stiff roses,
dropping your ice cream on the ground,
losing your wallet and best friend,
a Gothic cathedral built by slavery,
the Irony of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet,
learning about death through your favorite pet,
a root canal,
breast cancer,
Alzheimer's,
and AIDS.

Flowing through it all
like a quiet underground river
- the river Styx even -
Somethings wrong here,
the smell is just off,
bad fruit,
milk rotten,
bread with mold.

Hold me, Mother-Moon, just hold me.
While I cry softly
into your breast.