photo by Redwan Moqbel
July 19, 2013 at 7:56 a.m.
A wee poem for a phoenix at play
To Redwan who is going
As you know, I have imagined
a slight commotion, a bustle There
as loved ones tidy up for your arrival
A fond smile and a quick exchange in the business
“’Homely’ is important to him!”
For our part, Here,
we, too, tidy.
In your going
you have shown us how to tidy our hearts
reduce the mess of our lives
sacrifice the complicated for the simple
make it all sacred.
“There he goes” we say
seeing, for a moment,
reduced but to a final feather
solemnly offered to the fire of his Beloved
This is one of his lessons
as he suffers his final leg.
The phoenix at play bends to pain as to joy
clean, clear, patient
We wait with you, brother, and love.