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