Making Swirls, or Post Scriptum
This poem appears in The Love of a Good Man.
I've discovered a new kind of sadness—
a slow, and invisible, burn.
There is nothing to fix here, and nothing to learn.
And the most wondrous thing that is writ
on the wall is that no, I don't think,
I don't feel sad at all. In my mind, I repeat,
I love you. I miss you.
I forgive you. I release you.
In my hand, a burnishing cloth.