Love Your Way Through (Poem)

Love Your Way Through

You can't imagine dressing
in grey anymore than you can

measure the clarity of the day
you woke to the call bringing

loss. The color of the diamond
you still wear, the way it cuts

the intensity of the light falling
on it into hues you cannot name,

mime the spectrum of feelings
that want to change in the course

of the day. You wager your odds
of taking vows again, of refilling

the space between wide-open sky
and too many pitch-black clouds.

Once on the edge time split into
being with and being without you

hold a finger to the air, eager to test
in which direction to turn to explain

how to love your way through this.

© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas