Healed by Two Pink Lines

A sun ray off melting ice
now reveals leaves the rake missed,
and the brown grass of last year -
either way, just wasted reminders
to that which will ressurect
maybe next year
or later.

Just one little flash of nausea,
fatigue, a thousand-fold increase
of the scent of everything,
and two pink lines confirm suspicion.
These little signs of something new --
someone new --
to distract me this year.

So the figurative cycle
reveals my next course for me,
while my mind still clings
tenaciously to what I can't be
and who I am not.

Little fingers and toes
due in October
are enough to heal
other losses that provide
no reasons or excuses,
just loneliness... heartbreak.

Yes, the sunlight glints,
this ice melts,
shoots of daffodil leaves burst through,
and though I don't forget,
I start over again,
as I always do.

I'm content to wait
for a renewal of reason
to my existence
found within the eyes
of my next child.