Miracle Stuff (In Memory of Jeanne)
If all the ones I loved
were no longer here
I’d want to become a part
of the fabric of the sky, too,
that starry cosmic sheet,
a veil, I float up and
curl up in it
like a kid in a cozy blanket.
I think of her,
she was, and her body
no longer holds her in,
her smile-life somewhere in
that place between
here and there.
All that is
will one be what once was —
those green leaves,
this person next to me,
the bench on which I sit —
our spirits,
stitched and woven,
quilted together,
floating in atmosphere ocean.
Maybe this side is
the more miraculous?
Moments never to taste again,
skin on skin
always once,
kisses and curly blonde child hair
the scent breathed in,
rain in sun
the scent breathed in after,
eyes looking into eyes
lips close to lips
the scent breathed in before,
hands grasping other hands,
we, together, alive, temporal.
Miracle stuff.