Not Understanding Death

not understanding death

not understanding death
in the midst of a return
to Spring and daylight savings
we tie a rope around our waists
anchored forwards
while slipping
backwards, one minute at a
time, trying to find where
we left you, hoping and resting
against steep stony passages
that you are not locked
treading the spaces between
unfelt milliseconds, cells caught
in the strands of unshakeable time
.

Yi-Ching Lin

Posted over on her site Yi's Bits, page 20, on "Healthy Doses"