Poem
Paula Meehan
ASHES
ASHES
ASHES
The tide comes in; the tide goes out againwashing the beach clear of what the storm
dumped. Where there were rocks, today there is sand;
where sand yesterday, now uncovered rocks.
So I think on where her mortal remains
might reach landfall in their transmuted forms,
a year now since I cast them from my hand
– wanting to stop the inexorable clock.
She who died by her own hand cannot know
the simple love I have for what she left
behind. I could not save her. I could not
even try. I watch the way the wind blows
life into slack sail: the stress of warp against weft
lifts the stalling craft, pushes it on out.
© 2005, Paula Meehan
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ASHES
The tide comes in; the tide goes out againwashing the beach clear of what the storm
dumped. Where there were rocks, today there is sand;
where sand yesterday, now uncovered rocks.
So I think on where her mortal remains
might reach landfall in their transmuted forms,
a year now since I cast them from my hand
– wanting to stop the inexorable clock.
She who died by her own hand cannot know
the simple love I have for what she left
behind. I could not save her. I could not
even try. I watch the way the wind blows
life into slack sail: the stress of warp against weft
lifts the stalling craft, pushes it on out.
ASHES
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