That’s when you left for real this time,
let me explain, you’d never left before, always there,
always nearby, no matter the miles,
a phone call, a letter, nearly an email,
whatever the venue, I could always count on you.
I think our lives are peculiar in their manner,
making us believe
people will be with us forever.
You had me convinced, so did he of course,
and then gradually the two of you …
I do hope and wonder,
imagine and try to ponder alone
in my own quiet reality,
I wonder whether you might be togetehr,
how things look for you,
I am curious if life is the same, just a different universe,
a universal theme of spiritual reckoning.
I know today how powerful the mind is,
so capable, so self-assuring to leave the human body,
behind … a burial ground exists to carry
the weight of our mechanical frailty.
Yet, out there, I heard a story the other day,
that when he was getting ready,
an old friend of week’s earlier,
said hello, and hoped he might hurry along.
I think that is rather fascinating here,
watching leaves on a tree blowing in the wind,
the nature of our lives sedentary,
while we allow our physicality –
a gradual decay.
Yet, here we are realizing the mind,
that precursor to the soul,
magical in its own anomaly,
plods on in steady march,
leaving us all wondering what next
will help guide our next steps.
I am delighted to speak with you again, it has been so long,
I miss you mom, I know today you see everything is real.