We were floating in the stagnant muck.
She was singing songs back to the birds.
I sat in the canoe in amazement.
Everything beauty and budding.
Drunk on spring, herons, lake, her shoulders.
Is that when it happened?
Were you released in the call of a blackbird?
Did you wait for your son to arrive?
How could you have planned to go when I was in my bliss spot?
The day before I was researching the day you were born.
Stories from the area of the world where you were born.
I read obituaries of people who died the day you were born.
I have some questions.
I don’t expect any straight answers.
Now you’ve slipped out of your body.
I have a lot of questions.
How did you manage a marriage that stretched beyond 60 years?
What do you remember from when my father was born?
What do you think of the size of your progeny?
What did you last think?
Is that how it happened?
One moment one is one
then you are birds over a lake?
You are turtles?
You are all the things for those that love you?
Before heading back to dock
we encountered a bald eagle perched on a low branch.
In the next tree two blue herons.
Eagle flies away.
Were those large blues grandma and you?
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