Poem

I sit here on your bench and watch the waves.

Your name is at my back and I can feel

the words we wrote to capture you and save

your soul. Small free birds dip and wheel. 

I watch them rise and fall as waves like lace

crest and dissipate and start again,

that final aquiescence we must face. 

I tell myself there wasn’t any pain.

On this strand between the land and sea, I feel

limitless spray borne upwards, bright and high.

I walk towards the wide horizon and I kneel

A single set of foot prints and a sigh. 

I wonder where we go when we are gone

I bend and feel the sand, the sea, the sun.