Again: Grief

It's like a ship
Far away on the horizon
An unremarkable
Shapeless
Black smudge
Slowly growing larger
Until an outline is discernible
Details slowly coming into view
The clean lines
The rigging
The flag
Until finally,
In sharp focus, it appears.
The name.
The Identification.
The reason for the smudge.
It is Grief
Again returned to the harbor
Raising its weary head
Forever to taunt me
Forever to linger
Like a ship on the horizon.