Brialee Turner

Tears fall as the
Wings rise and we pummel
Through the globs of mist
And over the jagged
Forms of mountains and lines
Of crops and homes.

I’m wondering
About what she saw
When she passed.

Did it look like these clouds?

I am not sure
What she saw
Or what she felt
And I’m curious if it was beautiful,
If it was peaceful.

And I’ve been told all
My life that if I live a certain way
Then I will see her again.

But what if that’s not true?

And while I don’t know what form
Or shape love and lives exists in
When they are no longer
Earthside,

I going to let myself be in a state
Of wonder and a home of
Wonderful grief.