At first I minded
we minded together
the daily assault of mounting losses
the thief who kept returning to steal more of you
Then I minded alone —
minding too that you no longer did
apart from flashes of recall and regret —
left to sort solo through the plunder of our life
In the anguish of uncoupling
I wrestle with the riddle of our connection
a wounded wolf howling in caves of despair
Then, thundering grace in my darkest moment
The finding is in the losing
when the delusion of separateness dies
One soaring heart beyond all woes and throes
beyond mind and minding
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Copyright Deborah A. McGlauflin, July 3, 2015. All rights reserved.
