Tag Archive: death


Befell

What is there
after you’ve flown?

Where are you
once you touched down?

Careful there on the ledge,
perhaps you’ll not fly again.

How sad to have flown
for the last time.

When up is down
to fall is to fly.

How joyous to have
flown at all.

I’d have thought
clouds to be harder.

I invert when I fly
for I am the sky.

So inwardly
I fall.

Alight on soft pockets
of air.

Dust
on air.

I pray while
I fall.

The whole planet
is falling.

We spin and we turn and
we tilt and we yaw.

The earth rushes to us
once befallen.

© Chagall ∞

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Haiku for Acrosome

Perhaps we are all
Afloat in this universe
Pending gestation

© Chagall ∞

For Marilyn

I am from the sun, unable to find my way
back home in the dark.

© Chagall ∞

Druthers

If my fate is to die by falling, let it be
Down weathered steps over the dunes to the beach

© Chagall ∞

For St. Thomas

Death is not absolute for those who stand above, outside
where spirit begets body – the wonder, not where body begets spirit,
for that would be a wonder of wonders.

© Chagall ∞

Brokenhearted

I dropped my son and his girl off
at JFK Airport last night for their
after-midnight flight to London. They
were so excited. I am so deeply saddened
that the world is as it is and I regret
that we are not all loving people.

© Chagall ∞

Leaving Marbles Behind

If death be not a parenthesis,
must life then be an ellipsis?

© Chagall ∞

Those Woods

The little horse has passed, still her harness bells summon
snowfalls shared, quiet leas, and the long dark nights of winter.

©  Chagall 2017

For Chloe – ci vediamo

She loved Frost but was less equivocal about the end,
choosing water over fire and ice.

© Chagall 2017

How Old Are You Now?

The balloon from her last birthday
I’d left to bob on the ceiling,
over the years had withered and died,
and now resembles a pink snail on
a white-ribbon leash, there
in the corner behind the bookcase.

© Chagall 2017

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