What my bones know about grief is—

We were made for this

We are made of this

We are rock and we are stream

We are grasping and we are longing

Just as we are allowing and loving.

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We are marrow and we are air

These bones and this grief

Bones that seem solid

But are moving 

at their core

and at their skin.

Nutrients exchanged despite

the hard outer surface.

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Both necessary—

These bones and this grief

This strength and this synergy.