The Cure for Grief – a poem by Dean Abbott

The Cure for Grief


What cure for grief
presents itself 
but to notice the
brittle rust of  
onion skin  
opening beneath the silent
knife, the hum the air makes,
the taste of bitter juices?

What balm can we reach for
but now, this moment, sealing 
it from all other moments
with the seal of faint hope?

What cure for grief but
the breathing in
and out again?

What cure for blindness
but to see?

Dean Abbott is a writer, poet and pastoral counselor living in Kentucky. He can be contacted through http://www.deanabbott.com or on X @deanabbott.