Sitting with Sadness
By
Jennifer Angelina Petro
Time slows like it does on long summer afternoons,
You smell the scent of rain even though there is a cloudless sky,
You get up to go about your day and sadness follows you like a moveable river,
You resist impulses to drown out her sobbing with food, sex, spending—
You feel her rocking back and forth in your heart causing you to do the same in your chair,
Trees whisper windy syllables through the curtains and gently tousles your hair,
Bees hover around your house making sure you understand sadness brings gifts of honey,
Cicada song drones through the sky in waves and settles into the hollow places deep in your bones,
A terrible longing–timeless and holy, lives in her tears and touches yours,
And when she decides to leave, she assures you she will return,
And if you are able, you will sit with her again as she weeps around the roots of your being.
