Just as I looked to the sky coming off the escalator up from the Metro at Arlington Cemetery, I saw it.   It was the “hole in heaven” that I saw the evening before Mom left.  But here, now, in Washington DC’s blueness, the hole was back, but this time with a sliver from a rainbow shining forth within.  Just another sign with which She playfully but lovingly caresses the wound. 

“I’ll show you some colors
To pretty your tears
And follow you where
You doth now trod
Steppes of yearning
Embrace all wildness
So welcome the water
But watch for the fire
‘twill burn you
quick as a wick
without trimming”

The leaves were beautiful, with some trees in magnificent reds and mottled oranges, but not quite peaked as last year, wherein the hues both decorated the trees and carpeted the grounds.  Still, was the cemetery.  Less than an hour before closing, I was able to stroll the grounds, without direction.  Hills of markers, dappled with shadows of evening, this last day of October – All Hallow’s Eve, the Fall of the year bringing into sharp focus the tinctures of past lives in death and vibrancy.  A quiet beacon of energies spent yet not gone – seething underground from sanctuaries of soulness.

I cry in meals, knowing not where you dine
Feasting with others who crossed the line
Send me a scent of that sacred fare
A taste of the sight to still in stare
Steep me, weep me, keep me too
Wet the Fire, Torn and Tired
Shouldering, Smoldering
Searing the tear
Til Joy raises
Its eyes to
Behold
Now
U!

Tpt 10/31/2016
2 poems of Mom from Arlington Cemetery