Between a Poem and a Reflection


I brought my misery and discomfort down to the water.

Washing the pain.

As if it were both sane and insane.

Rolling it over.

Caressing all sides.

A loose hallucinogenic thought from my…forever tousled head.

Death, be not a, pebble or diamond…

That is mulled over in the rough.

Neither fractured.

Or, whole.

No matter, how minuscule.

Just a stone in Mother Nature’s fold.

A pyre to the edges of nowhere…

Ashes to dust.

Glacier to granite to simple coal.

Sweet and salty remembrances.

Shattered and whole.

Such meditative collections of, loss and death.

Infinitely too much for my human intake.

Thus, with precious stone, in hand.

I gave a toss to roving waters.

A physical attempt to disperse the grief.

And, with a shy landing,

ripples ensued.

Setting into motion…

Life as it collides.

With both the light and the dark, sides.

dedicated to Janice Bowley – 10/1940 – 5/2017

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night.

Ripple/ the Grateful Dead

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