as time binds us
oddly in a wavering hand, I turned pages of 30 years
to question whether it was truly your corpse
photographed in a pure white suit mourning
the voice that graced millions...
while our lives crossed and hesitated for a
short moment back then, it matters nothing that
we hadn't stayed in touch over decades;
it matters only that one of my tree-ring measures
has shed circles to permanent winter as my
seasons bind and release me.
but for how long?
mortality reminds us of these
as time binds us,
how did I come to know of your milestone
after so many lives between our eyes,
after so many eyes between those living
Poem © 2011 R. Burnett Baker
Photo borrowed from Google Images.
With thoughts and prayers to the
friends and family of YL.