(Having lost Bill so unfairly, we're filled with so many different emotions - this found its way out at the funeral)


Can I hold on to anger long enough
   to keep away the grief?
It prowls in the trees just beyond
   the reach of that raw heat,
   kinded in this circle of stones.
It waits for me, for my inattention,
   or weakness
when my anger fades.

But I can keep the fire stoked -
   well fed with the timbers of
     injustice
     loss
     and so many other wrongs brought before us on this day
The flames may well outlast even me.

To what end?
Can I hold on to anger long enough?
Grief will always wait.