Observe

--for Megan

Observe what emerges, what disappears;
the road behind us, rutted and railed
Remember the glee & fear in holding hands
in letting go, in grasping
the beams--

From one hungry assurgent moment to the next: Observe
I made the world my playground; you followed
I danced in words and made music; you called it Art
Turn now, and dance.

By memory, by turning leaf, by the cold wet patina of tears
I will always know you
By the thousand notes of flail, the million unsent kisses
say I was the gardener of the soul
that the soil I tilled flourished and say I was a simple man
who had a small role in your shimmering permanence.