That Sort of Day
by Theodora Goss
Today is the sort of day when everything breaks:
already, the dawn has broken, and the telephone,
and words don’t mean what they used to anymore,
and my heart is breaking, and waves continue to break
in foaming crests on the slick, moss-covered rocks.
Today is the sort of day on which we shatter
like glass, and all the pieces of us scatter
on the wind; when everything we had is lost
or left behind: the car keys, the grocery list,
the sensible mind. Today is the sort of day
when I have dropped all the dishes on the floor.
There is nothing to do with a day like this but dedicate
it to grief and loss, to say let us walk on the shore,
where the sea crashes and slowly the land wears away,
and the moon rises, perfectly indifferent to us,
not caring at all whether we come or go,
or if we go, where it is we have gone.
(The image is by Gesso Yoshimoto.)
Theodora Goss: Poems 
This poem really spoke to me today, thank you. It’s beautiful.
I’m glad you liked it! 🙂
It is a wonderful poem, Theodora. Mine, written age 17 adapted for my wife.
Let no one mourn me, for
i die not!
Rather, i cast off the fetters of
Physical consciousness and
Loose the locks that bind
Meagre humanity to
The imaginary pillories of Time, Space and Matter…
I Pass…
i drift unrehearsed into
The infinite reaches of space…
Unfettered by the specious present,
And drift phantasmaly among the stars ***
Ethereal Essence Dancing
The Seven Veils softly
Through the luminescent clouds of
Jung’s ‘collective unconscious’
And de Chardin’s ‘noosphere’
i am part of the universal soul,
pure energy unleashed >>>
No longer constrained by the strictures
Imposed by obsequious obedience to
The Master Dimensions…
Time, Space, Sound, Light, Gravity, Darkness and Matter…
Though I have ‘mattered’ to many…
And many to me!
Mel to Judith with Love!
This is a very thoughtful and meaningful poem, particularly noting that it was written when the poet was 17.’