Grief will come to you.
Grip and cling all you want,
It makes no difference.
Catastrophe? It's just waiting to happen.
Loss? You can be certain of it.
Flow and swirl of the world.
Carried along as if by a dark current.
All you can do is keep swimming;
All you can do is keep singing.
Untitled ["Grief will come to you"] by Gregory Orr. Text as published in How Beautiful the Beloved (Copper Canyon Press, 2009).
Art credit: Untitled image by unknown photographer.