Ceremony 2008 Poem by Sandy Wood

Ceremony
She knows
Is how her soul
Longs to set a long-held moment free.

Alone
In a wide place
Encouraged by a wind
Her grasp is persuaded open.

Remaining
Will be a pattered wound
As the memory wrenches from its home
Far deeper than the hand.

Go.
But
Do not take everything.
Console me with serenity.

Fear
Leaves time's eternal quarrel;
Would it have been better
To not have loved?

Answers
Come
Tomorrow.
And tomorrow.