She died, today.
Somehow, I just never thought she would.
It makes me wonder.
Why.
And, in the wonder, I see something
I’ll never know.
I know that I don’t know.
I know that I can’t know.
Underneath the wonder
Is an unending blackness.
A deep, unbound, freefall into,
“I don’t know.â€
I fall as I stand.
Beauty.
Goodness.
There is no knowing. Why.
She died, today.
[ For Tori ]
