BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE

Here’s a fine poem about the stages of grief by Helen T. Glenn, who lives in Florida.

Noguchi’s Fountain

The release of water in the base
so controlled that the surface tension,
tabletop of stability, a mirror,
remains unbroken. Moisture seeps
down polished basalt sides.

This is how I grieve, barely
enough to dampen river stones,
until fibers in my husband’s
tweed jacket brush my fingers
as I fold it into a box. How close
the whirlpool under my feet.

(via American Life in Poetry)