upon the death of my father
I cast into the ether
this borrowed bit of time
so that I may spirit
an opening line
that sways
words I choose not to say about death
loose from the barnacles
under the deep ship of my heart
in the still water of the unspoken
it is dark among the secrets
and I cast into the night
I am alone
and I await
the dawn
that no longer saves me
I tremble in the final hope
that you are beyond the fright
now freezing me
and I cast once more
into the hardening doom
and a summer light
streams across the gloom
and shimmers upon the grace of your swim
the smooth arc of your arms
and flash of your back
a flying fish
impossible to catch
you employ a liquid joy
and laugh as you break the water
and I promise you that in the cold
we skate the ice and ski the snow
to share a bewitching winter dance
that celebrates
the states of matter
that connects our love
to all that falls before
and to all that falls after
November 1995