Saturdays are the hardest days for missing
our blue-eyed court jester
and so I work....
Until I rest
and the feelings receive their due
without sending me into a desperate undertow...
(and then there are just those moments when I want to touch him so badly that I cannot help but lose my shit no matter where I am or what I am doing)
I've never had meaningful creative work to help me grieve
something significant before
and I thank God for every time the hammer falls
and every time the torch gets lit
that these ideas cry out to be made physical...
little lifesavers
bobbing around on the liquid hours of my day.
