for Rachel M. & Durban
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Land dwellers. Sea rovers. Tillers. Spelunkers. Before you ask the questions many ask; have asked since man
Back in time, a romantic era of English Time, they used to send a son or daughter off
How deeply are you living, friend? How sense-deep. How heart, and
Yes. And the rivers. The wind and the rain. The wildflowers. The marshes
If he could see you now. Really see you. Take you entirely in. As you are now, in these days, places
You, Picasso aigu in your summer straw shading blue eyes and sailor stripes, juggling a bubble of cold wine.
Each time you breathe in the Earth’s air, the life-giving air, you breathe out a cocktail of
What we belong to. What we can point to out there; around us. And what a singular gift. Our innate sentience.
It’s an early Spring morning of bellsong and birdsong, sunsong
All the way. Your eyes, senses, sensibilities. Fill them
When the Moon moves between our Sun, Earth and up-raised eyes, through the long-held breath of our wisdom-keepers,
Red lights flaring like Roman candles at empty intersections. Headlights wanding like blind men’s sticks
Remember that one day you, too, will die. Will cease being here, in body, in breath. Will join all those
My body. Outstretched. On a deck. Between the Sky and the Earth.
Who wore a green plastic visor the color of a ginger ale bottle. Who had a raspy voice and Charles Coburn kind of face. A forever bachelor