(for Chris and Aviva, or maybe for the rest of us)
A moment of silence
for the parting of worlds,
a separation I don’t understand
though it is frequent —
It’s like when a stone
drops into water —
the ripples spread out on the surface
as the water is opened
and then closes
with the blip of its round edges
coming back together
But the stone is in a different world —
the medium is thicker
and it falls more slowly
down and down
even as our marking of it
moves out and out
I can only imagine them —
all the edges of awareness
keenly open
as they enter
the next adventure,
perpendicular to that which we perceive.
A moment of silence
to let the stone fall through,
and feel the ripple.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 27, 2013