POETRY  
     
  LOSS (of a friend)
Today the news came unexpectedly.

is one ever ready for the
close of human connection
ones own or that of friends?

how does one define Loss when
Gain is the heritage of
living gifts
bestowed through years ?

Ah, this is the sword that pierces
through, sharp and clean to
Pain

LOSS
it is the sev'ring of
connection
otherwise
how else would I be
grieving when I have not
sat with you in years?

over a Hong Kong beach
feathered ballet of
black-tipped
seagulls
pinion arabesques
against blue tapestry
cloud free sky
overlooking other soil
a world away

and yet
and yet

still connected to you
at home, abroad
by thought
music
letter, phone,
communication of
our friendship

death silences
your voice
soft as falling leaves
removes the gentle
clasp of hands
gentle strength of
work worn
legacies to children felt
in your touch

memories
stashed by death
into
open graves
from which, now
and then
I will ressurrect
a scene from
" all the world's a stage"
where you and I,
two players in our time,
chose the way
in which
our roles could
bring distinction from
a mundane script

exchange
our mutual loves
in quiet
armchair comfort in
your living room
or arboretum
in the Foothills
- Nature's rendezvous

I miss you now
thirtyeight year
portion of allotted time
numbed in this minute
from its
true enormity

In this minute
all I am aware of is the LOSS
of no connection.

Soon,
little by little
link by link
I will connect again
when I allow the tears to flow
when I
open to feeling
as the
fire smoulders into flickering
tongues
that
curl and brown and ash
whatever lies before them

when I feel the pain of
white hot sear
when I realize in
LIFE that DEATH
resides

when I can no longer
write one word
and am reduced to

feeling and emotion
sans intelllect

THEN I will acknowlege you are
dead.
I will allow myself

to die again

3/21/03
Goessoftly
Retired Therapist
www.goessoftlyishere.com
(No reprint allowed)




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