I've been in two minds whether to share this poem or not. I think I am too close to it to see it clearly. So you get to be the judge.
the spot was idyllic and
I had been happy enough
looking at the wrong tree
elaborately inventing signs
of how your ash had fed the forest
then Nigel pointed out
a wet grey streak on the soil
ten foot from where I stood
that’s life you whispered
in the rain drops that watered the velvet moss
drink in the beauty
It is based on a true incident. I did misremember where we had scattered the ashes and I think it doesn't matter. Rejoice for the gift of a life lived well and the cycle of birth, death and rebirth.
Leyla McCalla has a new album out. I cannot recommend it enough.
Until next time.
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