grief isn't sadness
grief isn't pain
grief isn't something
that words can explain

grief is an ocean
grief is a flood
grief is like having
your feet stuck in mud

yet grief is a stronghold
grief is a rope
grief holds onto you
when life's lost all hope

grief means it happened
grief shows it was here
grief is the proof
that love's never fair

What everything is possible to squeeze into the cry
When hope is changed into sadness
Sometimes happening within a minute
Blinking of eyes
You want to see difference next day
You pray for it
You go sleep sad
And hope for better tomorrow
When you will be certainly stronger
But for today
What everything is possible to squeeze into the cry

UPS, FEDEX, et al.
ubiquitous in this 12th month

manic motored,
four wheeled, dropping their loads
on stoops and porches

under watchful eye of door cams,
and eager Prime-aholics
who give little thought
to Bezos' bilious billions

an Amazon addict am I as well
cyber pampered, too indolent
to wander the aisles of Macy's, Walmart

wait...I see the brown behemoth
slowing by my drive; I must not tarry
in my armchair

up, up, a package will arrive
in milliseconds, surely grander
than gold, frankincense, and myrrh!