feeling the flow —

rapids of our own devising

as we dam the creek

pouring water

from one cup to another —

our long conversation

layer-proof cold —

the weight of your loss

pushing out a sigh

for C.R., in memoriam

November morning —

stepping into the quiet,

my breath made visible

barn swallows

and their swooping dives —

when you say my name

we put your stories

in motion, in flight, in air —

memorial service

for C.R., in memoriam

what about those times

when we know what we needed —

too late, oh too late

for C.R., in memoriam

under the weight

of an unbroken wave —

this day without tears

for C.R., in memoriam

woodsmoke in the air —

our hands, reaching out

across the gap