Gratitude and grief, move
seamlessly in step.
Their story fused in partnership,
A brilliant obscure melody 
held only in frame.

In poignant moments,
gratitude lifts grief to
a higher perspective;
A single, breathtaking form
cuts against the blinding air.  

But a slight shift in the music,
and grief turns gratitude
swiftly on its heel,
propelling it towards a dim corner
ignored too long.

A new bar strikes, hands unclasp,
and feet part ways,
long sure steps sweep the floor alone,
always secure in their return.

The ritardando— 
a slow, collective breath,
hand slips quietly into hand,
one final, tempered step,
a bow.


By Laura Benn