Daniel

It is a hideous privilege

to read all the posts and

to know that the love is real.

I think when love has

nowhere left to land

it hugs to the blood and congeals.

But all these memories

and photos and songs

are alive in their own moment.

And each moment remains.

It is the future

and all that was to come

that now will not come

which overwhelms.

Nobody has discovered

why and how life began

on the earth, not really:

we look at the stars

whose carbon we once were

and know our carbon will go back.

There in the brilliant ancient past

We are not yet born;

The clearer the night sky

The more time we will have again.