For Susan

Was walking back from Boulder Community just now, where i'd last seen Susan and Denny outside on a cheerful sunny day not that long ago and we'd laughed alot, and this poem arrived whole.

Sonnet for Susan

Listening to the music of the MRI, i thought:

Does the universe have a pulse? retaking

my metal, am free to walk the dry creek

bed. Its treasures: one buckle shoe, pink

and flowery folding chair. Late robins grub

among scrappy leaves.

                                       I think of you

readying for flight, leaving behind fat words,

resting in heartbreak, in the skittery and unknown

unknown.  We practice for this, letting go

sweet bubbling liquid life, juicy mirror black-

backed with pain. I have nothing to give you

but this shoe, calligraphic scratch of leaves, 

and three rich robins staying to miss you.

om tare tu tare tu re svaha

May all beings be peaceful.
May all beings be happy.
May all beings be safe.
May all beings awaken to the light of their true nature.
May all beings be free.
           -----metta prayer

love, beverly