Vigil by Phillis Levin

Why not wake at dawn? Why not break
From the coffin of night, whose nails
Are the only stars left.  Why not follow
A tear like a comet's tail, and trail
The grief of a year until it ends--
Who knows where.  Why not wake
At dawn, after all is gone, and go on?

~ from The Art of Losing (Bloomsbury USA, 2010)