isolation/grief
so many small sadnesses
including putting away
this last filled fieldbook
closing our adventurous chapter
staring down rows and rows
of weeks of going nowhere
feeling like we failed
to do what we said we would
so many plans scattered
in the flurry of leaving
if only I believed in the kind of god
who wanted me to submit
and trust his plan
having most options wrenched away
would be easier to accept
but beyond all these petty disappointments
we’re alive
and grateful
and past caring for little else
