For Jim Willems
Posted by: Bill Pearlman
Published on September 12th, 2009 @ 03:16:30 pm , using 171 words
Published on September 12th, 2009 @ 03:16:30 pm , using 171 words
For Jim Willems, 65
And you,
riding the currents
you thought you'd be under, lifted,
by the whitest of water
into the deep pool
where in the cool
darkness sacrets are harbored --
oh, is it not true, all life is eternal?
Not ours, not the flailing
of ego, the eruptions
of desire, our vain
dreams of fame or the cumbersome
pleasures of the single word mine,
but this otherness, the inward
gates into "out," oh, there
we live on, when gone, forever...
I am at my desk watching the trees,
writing these words. I am
flinging them over my shoulder
to you who come after, ahead.
It is your birthday and I am alone
thinking of all those I love.
Are we not, even now, together?
The Forms Plato sought
are kept in the heart
adrift on the tide like an ark.
--Peter Marin
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