Grief was a storm of turbulent particles
Hitting me hard as hailstones in my face.
Uncertainty about position or momentum
Led me down strange wild paths of loss.
I kept my head down to protect my eyes,
Allowing just enough vision to see five feet ahead..

Darkness and storm kept me from understanding where I was
Or if anyone other shared the same wavelength.
I curved elliptically around obstacles,
Dividing into separate bundles,
Of flesh,  of blood,
Reunited, I felt the grief the more,
I was hit again and again,but my dizzy momentum,
The obstinacy of the human heart,
Carried me forward,though my position became
Ever more uncertain in the icy wastes of life.
Somewhere,sometime,reunite me into human,
Give me rebirth,my atoms spinning backwards
As I propel me down the birth canal,
The bright light and the screeaming
Which comes from me,
Mother, Father ,from me.
Elemntary as I am.