Sunday, June 11, 2023
To Linda, Mo Anum Cara
I am standing on the seashore. A ship at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
Her diminished size is in me - not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, :There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying....
'Till we meet again, Love Brenda
