The Uninvited Guest

Sorrow





In this very breath that we take now lies the secret that all great masters try to tell us.

—Peter Matthiessen

The only true gift is a portion of thyself.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson






The Uninvited Guest


There was no movement

away from the sorrow

in any direction.

It was an uninvited guest

taking refuge

in my home,

lingering like a fat cat

sprawled out

in the morning sun.

What could I do

except try to understand

all the things I’ve done

up until this moment.

To make full use of my time,

to sit and accept

this strange intruder.

Hoping perhaps to gain

some insights,

to find in sorrow

some secret joy.


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