a list of losses, each

a list of losses, each
weighed and measured,
cataloged as real, a
list of losses hovers
so near thought, as if
it were part of all
that has not been lost,
the list cries itself
into today’s reality
so specifically what
is most noted is what
is not here, the list
of losses circles
like a moon, reflecting
light onto the moment’s
landscape, rises the tides
and causes decision to be made,
it is finally the list
of losses that lives
as substance, all else
seen in that reflected light.