I Wrote a Poem about Grieving and the Law of Conservation of Energy.

I hope I’ve encountered you again.

 

I hope somewhere in the earth’s soil skirts our threads have met

By some terrestrial rustling.

Born back up through some tulip root

Or clung (for dear, reassembled life) to my ankles in the graveyard.

 

Maybe in some soft matter while I swam

Chest deep over the old cottage stones.

 

I hope the water found us in the same curious cities.

Or that in dark, distinctive places

You sped off to me as heat

As I warmed my hands

 

Maybe I’ve inhaled you with lucky lungs

Or you’ve settled as dust

On the shoulders of my chaos

 

I hope in some entropic act of bliss

I’ve brushed you through my hair

And found you on my skin again