After the Funeral

I stand on black
water, like a navigator
at night, maps aglow
in lantern light, as the stars
wink out one by one.


Not sure how well this poem captures what I’m trying to express. With the death of my mom, it’s been like the reference point by which I find my way disappeared. Does that come through?

Tim Lepczyk

Writer, Technologist, and Librarian.

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