For most people this is
the final destination, only
a few continue on. The cat
spends all of each scorching day
in the empty bathtub. The dog
stretches out in front of
the fan and his fur moves
like a field of wheat in the summer
breeze. I lead a group of student
writers at the medresa through Berry’s,
“The Peace of Wild Things.” I ask:
What does ‘forethought of
grief’ mean? A young woman,
head covered, replies that to
her it is the anticipation
of something sad or a mishap.
Another student says, like falling
in love. Only a few continue on.
