Thursday, January 15, 2009

misty cherry bud

i broke the lake......
with a twig,
through the ice
at the edge .....
making a place for my ashes,
to gently dissolve,
into elements...
so loved.

sprinkled my bits
of ash n bone....
and traces of heart.....
see the remain float,
there unintegrated,
sinking but not dissolved.

parted the ice here and there,
saw a tiny piece of me....
stuck to a moss,
reached to dust it in the lake,
but stopped to hear me say.
how cool it was to rest....
like a misty cherry bud...
just above the water,
on an ice first day of spring....after death.




to my dearest akinchan....
shree