For Luc
Published
Topic
Sadness
It is your hands I am remembering
the fingers strong and sturdy
holding a pencil or a brush
creating unexpected shapes and lines
or sweeping swathes of colour into the world;
and over and upon the sea
like the kleine kapitein
turend naar de kim
guiding the boat through rough currents
bringing her safe and slowly into harbour.
And finally, seated upon a log on a Norfolk beach
gazing out across the white sand
into the unending blue, perpetual azure
all the glorious music quiet now,
no yesterday and no tomorrow
blue and light forever
(from Wendie, with much love, dear friend
for 9 December 2013)