Monday, February 10, 2014

Remember All the Why

I know that when I go
I’m gone.

I know
all my twisting,
all my writhing,
all these undulations,
are no challenge to that truth.

I’ve reaped a whirlwind of rewards
and broken things
to which I am entitled,
but nothing here has changed.

I stay busy
making plans,
crafting signs,
wrapping little packages,
for you, for all of you behind.

They are explosively designed,
though some, for certain, will be duds.

But some will burst and shower down,
here or where you might have gone,
water to bathe with or to sip,
a bit, perhaps, of fairy dust,
a fleeting clarity or joy.

Remember that we loved
and remember all the why.

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