Remembering...

STORYTELLING

for christina

I want to tell you about the sea and the clouds

how bits of surf float down on you when the winds come,

I want you to listen to the call of tomorrow floating on the waves

full of unseen turns and stumblings we can’t quite yet understand.

I want to sit down with you by the edge of the water

to open a book, to watch the reflection of the clouds begin a mystery unspoken,

watching autumn become stranger, stormier, forgotten

letting us wait for rain to cover us, erase us.

I want to tell you about other landscapes, other dreams

by a different lighthouse, with other names, other beginnings

given and taken by the years which heaven takes and gives.

I want to tell you about prayer’s cadence using whispers with each breath,

your wholeness left on sand, footprints washed clean.

I want to tell you about silence, its lexicon made of tears and soundings

diving deep in the caverns of the sea, to sound out darkness

coming up for air seeing a million stars then seeing them in one’s image

reminders that each star holds our eternity, some lasting message sent from far away.

I want to tell you I miss you!