for the reason to be recognized
a family type of feeling has to exist
but that has grown into
a grieving deep abyss which
does not provide relief and if I concentrate
I can imagine what it would be like
if I had gotten any reaction when
I reached out to bring any of the tribe
back together with each other
but now history and memory are
ghosts which whisper from the
edge of the stage
and I have made peace with my pain
because life has been so unpredictable
and what other choice do I have
but curl up
with my love and my dog
and be thankful