The child curls inwardat the edge of the room,breath rocking the dark,learning silence. Where is Father, where is Mother?Working, the walls say.They will come with night. Father, Mother—where have you gone?Hush now.Time is only waiting.All will be well. — For a month we drifttoward a warmer latitude.The air sticks to the skin.Sleep splits open—a giant … Continue reading A Child’s Perspective on grief