Anger

(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.