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Becoming Buddha

We are    I am
such
such a
fools    fool

thinking    feeling
she’s dead now
I’m dead now

I just saw her eyes
her face

it was her
my daughter
who died
her heart stopped
my heart stopped

she rotted    I rotted
from early Saturday
until Monday morning

from when they told me
on and on    we
moldered

thinking    feeling
knowing

she’s dead now

I’m dead now

and on and on until

she came to me
as ashes

and I spread her ashes
her ashes    my ashes
on and on and on
at the edge of the Atlantic
down south
in Truro

and I lived and died
at the edge of the Atlantic
in a small town
in Maine

our bigger non selves
our wonderful terrible
ocean

oceans and oceans
I am    we are
so small
so big
vast and endless

as we become
sand to ocean to sky
to
past this small bubble
of life    and death

space and universe

and on and on
until now

I just saw her eyes
her face

We are    I am
such
such a
fools    fool

I’ve waited for so long
to see her eyes
to look into her eyes

again

sobbing
my water

to hers

from Ann — 10 poems for my daughter — Bill Eberle

2013   August 23, 6:37 morning

© 2015, 2026 Bill Eberle