Qing Ming, 2016
my grandfather
chose not to lie
down under
the earth
after his death
he wanted
a final dance
with the spirits
of fire
turning into ashes
not dirt
we scattered
what remained of him
in the ocean
we sent him off
on an eternal voyage
on the calm foam
he floats – napping
after the fierce swirls
from raging tides, from storms
observing a thousand coastlines
carried by breezes
he flirts with sunbathing seagulls
who follow intercontinental
cruise ships
he is the water
ascending into the cloud
and pouring back as rain
in the water that we drink
in the fish that we eat
in the salt that we pour
he is there
he is here
beautiful, Chrysogonous
ReplyDeleteIt is a wonder. One can play with him.
ReplyDeleteevocative!
ReplyDeleteThat is so fine.
ReplyDeleteWhat an everlasting journey you have made play...Chrysogonous
ReplyDeleteWhat an everlasting journey you have made play...Chrysogonous
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