Tuesday, December 27, 2011

LIGHTNING CREEK REVISITED

On the wall
Over by the
Smallest window
In this room
Hangs a photo
Of the creek
Where I spilled
Your ashes
A year ago
Tomorrow

I can still smell
the freshness
Of the air
Up there - high
In the mountains
Where you lived
And died, finally

Especially by
That waterway
Where the
Shushing whirring
Of water over rocks
And under ice was
Barely noticeable
Until right up
At the only opening
In the ice –
Its murmuring
Was all that
Broke the silence
That blue-sky morn

That and the raw
Rasping call
Of a raven
After the last
Of your ashes
Mixed with the water
Disappeared
Beneath the ice
And headed
Downstream toward
The Fraser River
And the ocean

Where you
Should long
Be gone by now
At least that
Was the plan
And the hope
For your
Final destination
Little brother

S.E.Ingraham©
11.12.27

2 comments:

  1. This is a beautiful poem, Sharon. A loving note to your brother........very poignant.

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  2. Thanks Sherry - hard to believe it's already been a year ...

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