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Yesterday someone said
“See grief through God’s eyes”
and when I try to do that
I rescue the memory of blue mist
an image that draws from shadows:
I see a shape with mouth open
learning to open wider and wider
turning into a flesh-colored wave
with a throat. I am supposed to ask
it to speak by a person who believes
ask it to be my spirit animal, my helper
but sad to say I have to tell my guide
that the image doesn’t have words
for the extreme ocean in its throat
it’s not going to talk to me yet
or anyone just because it got seen
and I know my guide won’t approve
and will say, that is not good enough
that it needs more color and speech
but this animal is just newly born and I say
giant mouth, welcome to the world– not
get over here and take my hand– not yet
Copyright 2018 Rosaly DeMaios Roffman
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Photo: United Nations