For George
April 11, 2022
In long years now suddenly past
Memories float before we understand
That they are the realness of all that
We have left when he is gone
On a terrible April day
We lost this beautiful human being
And searching for consolation
I close my eyes this night
And sense him filling up into
Eternity, tethers loosening as
He flies above these bonds of earth
And in his gentle ways
We are with him
He carries us, for
Such is love
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On this day there was no rain,
The air temperate
And not unusual in Maine
In the ordinary palate of that sky,
His last moments hoped serene and sunny,
Portending spring,
Up on the second level
Of the place he told us was going
To be his last, his last big build
I imagine as he grasped his hammer
He knew the daffodils were
Just beginning, altho no lupines yet
And that Androscoggin shimmered
In the placid of the day
And then
Mandala, veiled and porous,
Encircling a certain slant of light,
Whiff of sawdust,
Quirk of wind,
Paused his given nanosecond in
This life’s time, and
George was gone.
This was his day.
And now he goes, as
He goes now
Into the gold of his new light.
