Thursday, April 21, 2011

Sunday, April 17th, 2011 (For Gramp)

when I learned you were gone
I was at the top of the hill

when my shoulders began to
quiver I had reached the bottom

robins bounced along
the ruddy grass so insistent
on its verdance

clumps of colors or flowers
passed their lives
under clamor of cloud
and April gustings

what a day to have
your soul
lifted beyond

when I knew I would miss you
I walked to the market
to caress the vegetables,
to purchase cured meats

Sunday shoppers
jostled sleepily against me
and everywhere
colors kept insisting, inserting

when I finally cried for you
I was home
slung deep beside
the warm hearth
of your memory

dinner on the stove
made by my hands
that just last week
held yours