Friday, September 25, 2009

Late Summer Creek


Last weekend the family gathered on Lacamas Creek to disperse my brother`s ashes into the water. Ritual usually annoys me but this was moving. We pushed Mom a half mile in a wheelchair on a dirt trail to get there. Gary left us too soon.

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  1. This is for you. I just wrote it after seeing your post.

    Lacamas Creek
    for Randall


    Ritual is annoying,
    not for me,
    just ask anybody
    who really knows me.

    But your waters,
    your waters
    I see how they run deep

    Run fast
    as the love
    I painted for you.

    And where you begin
    where we end up
    must begin our giving over

    Of what we have left
    Of you who left us behind

    On a dirt path
    among green tints and red
    on snags of rocks
    at water’s edge

    Life I cannot see
    greeting what remains.

    Your ashes take their time.

    Reluctant,
    I turn
    our mother’s wheelchair
    round

    Head home.

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