The Widows' Handbook: Poetic Reflections on Grief and Survival

the sun holds no sway

62 the widows’ handbook the sun holds no sway Elizabeth Page Roberts the sun holds no sway has no power to move even the miniscule in me i am not touched by even the edges of time or the sky there has never been an empty so full of nothing so deep with endlessness. in the contemplation of years and minutes a life of these it is here that the missing (a chasm opening further into nothing) defies imagination eludes grasp there has never been a solitude so solitary a grief so paradoxical: weighing like the volume of all earth and days but in the stillness of any now bereft, mourning 63 i feel you have not only never left me but have indeed entered me entirely ...