27 April – The sound of separation

A cry of separation always cuts to the quick,
more source sound than echo every time,
as if this lost lamb’s distress were really my own,
and it’s mother’s distant desperation, mine.
I am pinioned here, arrested, caught up,
in mourning’s raw call and response,
standing still in the then, the now and the when,
powerless to stop the melody of loss.