still

With Black

on a day like today i feel a lot of things.
so many emotions & yet i feel so still.

it's as if all the impressions of the day; the heat, the chapel, the soothing
stone silence &cshade, the white wet hankies laying on wooden chapel chairs,
the endless running of the fountain water in the atrium,
~ & the white ducks drifting asleep in the sun,
the wrinkled black linen of suits & the emptiness of the white coffin,
mixes with the memories of your special, husky laughter
& so many blurry images that it just becomes . .
still.

pavarotti sings it's 'time to say goodbye' & we give you your last flowers.
the fiery gladiolus that you loved, ~ & we all walk out of there;
out into the sunny gravelyard, where we speak in muffled voices
& throw our hankies in the dustbin.
we walk through the woods, the big shady trees all around
us, ~ & we order waffles with icecream & cloudberry jam in the
forrest pavilion.
we sit under the big white parasols & we go on.
of You we can only think.

. . .