through it

The thing is
there is only
one way ...
through it.

There is no under it
over it
around it.

Just through it.

And it is like a swamp.

Even when I am
sinking
deep into the
grief,

I think of what
my siblings
would want
for me.

And I see
the glorious
sunrise,
and I wave at
the small child,
and I talk to
my turtle.

And I remember
that life is good
even when
it hurts.

Sunflowers Tim planted for Greg