I think about how I heard you rant at death for so long,
then near the end ask for it to come, to happen already,
then watched you pass through it, into it, whatever it
is, somewhere, someplace, you’ve gone there.
That’s a peace that sometimes feels like a double-edged waterfall,
the rage and rattle of the surprise swoop and swift descent,
the giving in to gravity inevitably taking you to where
you are submerged, disappear in that pounding pool, although
there’s an echoing beauty below, where the here of you is there no more.
I think maybe I hear some music to hum in the future, remembering you,
think I see it at the end, that after all, sitting beside the stream
that leads you from there past where, in the progress of nature,
I’ve been cut to pieces that I’m still picking up, while I am so grateful
you rest now in that ocean cradle gently rocking you in eternal peace.
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Aloha #WriterTuesday, I hope you had a good weekend and start to your week. Today’s #WritingPrompt is
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )