rest in peace

Rest in peace,
By which I mean in dancing
Rest in song, offkey and unrepentant,
strong hands hammering the steering wheel, wind in silver hair
Rest in a river, silt eddying in ribbons through summer toes,
freckles spreading like wings in flight across the crest of your shoulders
Rest elbow deep in flour and smells of bay leaf, cardamom, onion,
Rest wrapped in the colors and indescribable softness of your own handwork, needles clicking in the soft crackle of fire light
Rest in our thoughts, and in our wishes
that somehow we could hold you
Tenderly, fervently.
Every day and always,
I love you.
 
 
 
 
november, of course, 2014. copyright Sarah Hirsch.