To the Memory Of

Dear Teacher

You are now flying free

The seeds you have sown

Are taking root in rich soil

As the wind blows through the trees.

for Deborah 'Taj' Anapol
(Teacher of Pelvic Heart Integration)

 If you wanted choice
Then there can only be disappointment

If you wanted control

Only despair,

Why then search for spring in autumn?

Even poems carved in stone

Cannot resist the fall of rain. 

Raindrops

Pinpricking puddles

Into a maze of circles,

Raindrops

Quivering the leaves of the beech

No thing lasts in time alone.

One last thing,

Before time and tide wash the ground

Before the sun sweeps the sky’s expanse–

All that the eye sees is heart born.

Oceanic knowledge,
In flow within the unflown.

Deep in a time of darkness

I reach across folds of warmth

My fingers encounter your skin

Gilded by a sheen of sweat,

Your stilled presence

Awash with dreams at high tide.

As my ship grounds itself

In the shingle and soft mud of being

I know I have arrived.