Anticipated Grief
For National Poetry Month #12
Anticipated grief
accompanies the steep incline of age
and the slow decline into infirmity—
an abyss
I cannot contemplate.
I cannot see my way,
nor feel my heart slip
between my fingers outstretched
nor touch feet to earth
without trembling.
copyright/all rights reserved April 12, 2012 Audrey Howitt. Do not use or copy without express written permission of the author.