I was convinced she would never leave even though the truth of it ran alongside faster as she slowed in the end a quiet moment took the comfort of her large dog self and tucked it in the sky now her gaze is a soft kiss on clear nights when the stars are watching
________________________________ For my Newfie Aggie July 23 2009 – August 28, 2021
I need a little more time say a month added to each day For love so that its echoes will remain when I am gone To listen once again to live voices in sustained pianissimo And to capture light the way I see it
Seven mornings in a row the early eastern light has snatched me away from sleep filling my eyes with huge slashes of sunrise, dark angry and pink The first was on samhain, and I could see the hand of Rage reaching slyly toward the thinning scrim of time’s divide its camp follower Fire hoping to slip through alongside compressed to nothing like the soft bones of mice The whispers of my genes begged shout No and cry many tears They will thicken the dawn refusing entry to this surfeit of evil All you love depends on them
I still wear it on my skin,
to conjure touch, intensely green
as if emeralds had visited,
every nerve end bathed in
the musk of an old perfume.
A hand there, and there,
thoughts bent down to mine.
Walls all twilight, music
tracing curves, the beat
of time slowed to gray,
and wanting it endless.
Perhaps the stars hold memories,
diamond pinholes punched in winter black,
life stretched across infinity, expanding
overhead, even as my focus
might be squeezing in and
only looking back, no counterweight
to shrinking time.
Well nuts to that, I’ll take
the milky way with thanks,
refusing blinkered days
or thoughts, and will not shut
all possibility away.
This heart and soul are
slated to remain open for business indefinitely.