Grieving Year
I will speak the anguish of my spirit; I will complain
in the bitterness of my soul. —Job 7:11, NRSV
Even the lamentations are different now
multiplied
polyphonic
The lamentation of fire trucks
mustered from far districts
counterpoints
the heave and suck of ventilators
in worldwide chorus
A lamentation of blackberries
abundant sweet
picked during phone-call walks
with elderly parents—so they exercise, too—
walking back and forth in their back yard
through lamentations of dying redbud
rock-hard peaches
Protesters lament police killings
Federal enforcers fire
less-fatal ammunition
lob canisters of tear gas
Our sewers embrace
lamentations of chemicals
and no one can say how they’ll harm
trees, fetuses, scarce salmon
Whether justice will breathe again
Lamentations of weddings cancelled
or masked and moved online
distant from loved ones
Lamentations of families
blocked
from collective lamentation
They grieve apart