Southward (A Panku)

Your sleeping face anchored my brain, mooring of sanity

to this place without your curious joy pointing southward,

your paintbrush tail indicating northward, my mouth erupted sound

—the recollection’s gathered laughter became caught in the netting

of that wail, the dampness on my own face

oiled my dawning knowledge of tenacity in joy mingling,

mocking, saving me from how far below ground mourning

leads, mutely dictating you must follow to find healing.

In my ceaseless grief, this image of you remains.

Phynne~Belle is a mimi and woof-woof Mama Bear. Fear her, not her beloved pitbulls. You can learn more about her right here.