Tides of Grief

taking in the news of his passing,
she sat at her kitchen table
and shared cups of salty water with Grief.

the cups formed dark pools
of sadness on her jeans
and transformed her eyes into tidy waterfalls
which seemed endless.

breathing in syncopated rhythm,
she pushed her hands deep into her eyes,
praying that this small action
would keep her afloat and
carry her safely through the turbulence

to her kin.