Filtering Grief

REVERIE

Your death still visits me
filtered through dusty screen mesh.
I press my nose against the metal.
The wind sings your name through bamboo chimes.

Filtered through dusty screen mesh
I find the insignificance of size.
The wind sings your name through bamboo chimes
an incantation of remembrance.

I find the insignificance of size
as your spirit rises from poem treasures
an incantation of remembrance.
I want your voice to answer my call.  

As your spirit rises from poem treasures
the words are filled with your breath.
I want your voice to answer my call
denying your absence.

The words are filled with your breath.
With eyes closed, I strain to hear your voice
denying your absence.
Your death still visits me.


– Laura Wasson Warfel
   Copyright © 1991