Talking to Grief

Talking to Grief

by Denise Levertov

Ah, Grief, I should not treat you

like a homeless dog

who comes to the back door

for a crust, for a meatless bone.

I should trust you.

.

I should coax you

into the house and give you

your own corner,

a worn mat to lie on,

your own water dish.

.

You think I don’t know you’ve been living

under my porch.

You long for your real place to be readied

before winter comes. You need

your name,

your collar and tag. You need

the right to warn off intruders,

to consider

my house your own

and me your person

and yourself

my own dog.

(Photo: Nicole Xu)