that dark afternoon

May 31, 2008

.
That dark afternoon
her only sister passed
into the abyss –the opaque
expanse where ocean meets sky.
In the dark fog of her last breath
she exhaled.
.
I called that evening
when she had already left.
.
Grief was bending the tone
of her sister’s voice.
Yet above and beneath
the sorrow was a steady candor,
the echo of a deep well — a life
surrendered long ago
to the beyond.
.
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: