In Memory of Katherine
Every year another one of the old ones leaves.
One day they’re there on the porch….
Suddenly another one goes and I feel
Absence moving as shadow across field of vision,
Perhaps a glimpse of someone walking over the hill
Often without having chance to bid good-bye,
Leaving me more alone with particular private
Grief, tucked as a small, smooth stone into the
Darkness of a pocket.
I’m not sure what time of day it is for me,
How close the hour when dusk gathers
Long shadows stretching, unadorned
Along this country road that leads, I hope,
To another road beyond the hills and, I hope,
Eventually down to the western sea.
After storms, I sometimes see seagulls
Blown many miles inland, watch them carefully
In the silence that yawns after departing gale.
There’s never a flock, at best two or three
Screeching in confusion, as though
Suddenly lost in a strange world.
Staring into the bare branches of trees
Where birds are huddled against
Invisible fear, I watch my thoughts walk past,
Wondering how it will be.