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I’m heavy over the rocky outcrop for the weight of my heart

But you are light in my palm and through my fingers

as though you've filtered like time through an hourglass

Lighter, now, than even the mild winter air, sky and sea

That had called us out today to blend you with it.



And what gifts has the fire left for the blue?

Your bones are powdered, mine are broken

A bag of stars and shells to replace a body



And from my hand I seem to have tethered a spirit

to Heaven’s cradle:

A scatter of distances from womb to horizon



A grief beads and drips into a rock pool at my feet –

I feel I have lost a jewel among the sea-fern and abalone;

Here we keep our silence close to our chests,

Burrowing deep within us, as heavy as God;

But you -



You are light now, lighter than even the song

"Time After Time"

Wisping from the Harbour House restaurant

as we clamber in our armour, back up

to the path yellowed by the flowering Freesias.



NJP 11 Aug 2010