on Memorial Day
#crossingover #giftoflife #living #memorialday #momentomori #now #remember
If he could see you now. Really see you. Take you entirely in. As you are now, in these days, places
Sunny jaunts, now-and-again treats, with cousins, siblings; and parents along but somehow invisible.
All the way. Your eyes, senses, sensibilities. Fill them
Quite a sight to behold: a woman of sun, reclining on the grass, in a meadow, abundantly recumbent, hair and limbs lush with heat
It was a wet signature. Full of emotion. Full of eroticism. Still wet, with sweat
The tender new leaves of the trees, emergently green. The white feathers of the wading egret.
However tender, and moist. The golden skin, supremely crisp. The stuffing,
It arrives on a warm white cloud. It arrives on soft rolls of ocean waves along a sand pebbled shore. It arrives on a bed
After you uncork him and he appears in a serpentine of white smoke. Before he grants you
As I awakened to this morning, eyes still closed, I was thinking of you, long-gone Mom and Dad,
Between the keys. Between the chords. Between the notes. Between the sound you make
Each time you breathe in the Earth’s air, the life-giving air, you breathe out a cocktail of
Those many, sung and unsung, who gave themselves, often gave up their lives, to fight, in wars,
Once cloud-high mountains, shaped and worn from hundreds of millions of rainfalls, windfalls, frosts. Rounded now
Burnished at first, then blemished— an earthly foreshadowing. Then bearded for a while.