The Further I Get from Tuesday - Kendra Fiddler

A ghost came to tea this week,

a person of the past resurrected

uninvited.

Grief is like that sometimes.

A place, a scent, a Tuesday—and suddenly

the past is all present in my body

and heart and my mind is alienated

from the new life I’ve made and

called good.

But the further I get from Tuesday

the more the anxiousness lifts

and the tension leaves my body.

My body remembers everything, but

I can breathe again and locate myself

in being, in being here,

in the internal space that is peace.

The further I get from Tuesday

the more I’m able to re-bury the dead

resist the resurrection

exhale the memories from my

sacramental body

love the totality of what is

and let what is not, not be.

The only one

who will stay risen

is me.