Death Opens

by Jennifer Wolkin

The day I found out you died

I saw perennial carcasses cry

& then begin to

bloom

again

from beneath a frozen patch—

I saw your reflection

in the resulting puddle

now a child’s playground

a place to play with

purity-

droplets

splashing

everyplace.

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Jennifer Wolkin is a health/neuro psychologist, speaker, writer, and mental health advocate. She is most passionate about writing at the intersection where the mind, body, brain and spirit meet - about the holistic human experience - through the eyes of both her own experience, and through her professional lens. She is touched by the profound pain that is both individually and collectively felt, how this pain can displace someone from others and their own selves, and yet, the profound capacity for resilience, healing and growth.