Recession

Sometimes
grief wells up
and bursts
from the seams
of your soul
and sprays those
nearest

Sometimes
grief sneaks out
like fine mist
a fairy kiss

Sometimes
grief goes on
stage and
acts as if

Sometimes
grief is torrential
and hails on
those nearest

Sometimes
grief just keeps
flowing behind
wet eyes

Sometimes grief
ambushes you
like a sneaker
wave

And then
recedes
into it's own
private
cavernous pool....

2010 Rozanna Landavazo