For your sake
I hope it’s always six a.m. in heaven
So you can walk the marina at dawn
When the only sound is the clink-clank of ropes against the masts
As boats shudder with each teasing touch of an easy current.
Or maybe it’s sunset
So you can sit on the porch with your iced tea
And drink in the crimson sparkle of a million diamonds
Glistening, disappearing with the sun
Drowning for you night after night
So darkness can urge the old foghorn to moan its ecstasy
Across the waves.
No, I hope it’s sunny and autumn in your heaven
When crisp leaves crunch underfoot
And you hug yourself against nature’s exhalations
While whistling through acorn caps
Just the way you taught us.
I hope angels have a sense of humor
Laughing in snorts and gasps
Wheezing and swiping at tears
Clutching their bellies and gasping, no more!
If I can believe you are laughing with them
Full of joy even now
Perhaps I won’t miss you as much.
This is a re-do of an older poem of mine. It’s something I’ve been tinkering with, trying to say the same thing in a more mature and stronger way. I think I like it better this way but I’ll welcome any input. All comments are always welcome on my blog.