At the River of Your Passing

When I sit by the river, watching the whirlpools
That live where you once played
I see your dance in the cosmos played out
Over all of nature
The rocks have been carved into heart shapes
On the little beach
And the singing of the water
Is the music of the spheres.

There is loneliness here, too
For the loss of your bodily form
The silence all around me
And then a bird calls out, three, four, five repetitions
As if to say, I go on and on - nothing is done.
You will go on, too
Joining your beloved one day
In the dance that knows no ending.

Poem #2, December 26, 2006