the ocean knows,
by tides,
when to approach,
when to recede.
grief knows,
the same way,
by the language
of the moon.
if we allow space,
for tears to approach,
release,
recede,
we will know
what heart knows,
what tides know –
we can’t control.
we don’t have to…
we will know,
that the moon,
tides,
ocean,
and body,
will always
take care of us.
no one dies
by shedding tears.
tears flood,
wash,
release,
flush to pain,
recede to laughter,
and back to sorrow.
after a time,
we come to appreciate,
watch,
wonder,
pray gratitude,
for the bittersweet
of timeless tide
and moon.
for being here,
knowing love,
letting go.
knowing the tide
will come back,
again, and again,
since,
it never really left.