With the sounds of earth coming alive
Do I call her Me or do I call her You,
This girl with the watery-eyed mother
Don held my string.
He helped me fly
But times change
and husbands die.
I try time and again
to untangle myself
from tree after tree
and whether or not
I find my way in wind
again remains to be seen.
Widowhood is a vacuum
sucking tin soldiers off the floor,
swirling them around in a dark void
while other tiny souls still in its path of wrath
struggle to pull its life-line from the wall.