into the horizon.
and the sun burned.
The air was silent.
held my heartbeat
between God’s hands.
Until next time.
I have been inspired by the sunsets lately and inspired to write
tiny odes to each.
Remembering 9.11, then on Monday, 9.12.2022, I learned of a colleague’s sudden death. On 9.13.2022, it was my mom’s one year anniversary of her death from a battle with breast cancer. I also learned my cousin is battling cancer this week.
Today, I wonder why I am so tired. Grief is exhausting.
Be kind to yourself, and today is precious.
Poem and photograph by Gina Marselle
Published, September 17, 2022