I remember reading a poem once
‘Do not stand at my grave and weep’
I watch my mother cry and her tears
sink slowly into the ground
into blades of pristine green
manicured grass.
The black-cloaked figures of grief
listen to a monotone voice read out beliefs
I have never believed in.
I want a physicist to speak at my funeral
to teach them about the law of the
conservation of energy
and the first law of thermodynamics.
All of my energy will always be here.
I remember the touch
of my lover’s hand along my spine
and the shiver it brought
was a raindrop sliding down my skin.
Each kiss a caress of a wave
the drowning intoxication
spiralling over and over myself
lost in you.
The punches I have thrown
throughout my life
have always frightened me
reminiscent of lightening scorching the earth
seeing the bruises on skin darken
as the skies do
the power of nature
just as potent
as the power of man.
Each leaf of the trees fall
in cool autumn
just as each memory lands before me
and I sink into everything else
just as everything else
has always sunk into me.
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