01/08/2012

Memorial

 

Vigorous plants push

Up through cement, to live, and thrive;

As for her, she fell last Friday

Through the same little crack

She sprang from

As though it were an abyss.

 

She disappeared

Where only last week there were sprouting greens

And the smell of living perfume

Before getting the chance time honors:

To see what lies around the bend.

 

I can’t hold any blame in my heart;

Which one of us among my family

Hasn’t considered it?

Don’t ever believe the act itself is greedy,

Just pain-streaked and desperate blind.

 

Strikes me, in the math of personal loss,

Very little in this vast space

I grew into

Has to do with me or mine,

But simply being here, I touch

All that

Surrounds me.

 

This can only mean that I feel an imperative

To love even the smallest traces she left

Across me and mine and look

Very earnestly up at the sky.

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