WAIL

I have been witnessing grief lately—consuming it through the feeding tube of my phone, that relentless portal of loss.
I have been dealing with grief lately. Don't dwell on it, they say. Smile, you'll feel better.
The wail emerges as image. Symbol. Tool. Last resort.
The wail becomes the only rational response.
THE WAIL is ritual—a mirror, a path. A pessimistically optimistic salvation that offers, for a moment, passage into peace, into the wheel, the circle, the dance.