Has it really been four years since you died? Do the years pass as quickly beneath the cold ground? Are your lips still stitched? Your teeth planted firmly in their gums? How long does embalming last?
In today's news: a missing woman pulled from the river, just a few blocks from my apartment.
Today, when I pour honey onto the soil for you, I will think of the missing woman, now found.
And I will remember Tammy Zywicki, whose birthday was March 13th. She would have been 33. (And who knows? Maybe if she were alive, our paths would have finally intersected. Perhaps she and I would be friends.)
And I will think of the victims in Spain, who stepped onto the trains with sleepy eyes, just like my friends every morning and evening of every weekday.
The ides of March are now behind us. Are we finally on the cusp of a peaceful spring?
Comments (1)
I have enjoyed your writing in the past as I sampled little bits of it, but have only today begun the stumble back into your past words.
I should have been more prepared. I should have had less work to do, so that freezing still in thought wouldn't have been such a problem. Maybe I should have read less in one sitting.
Vivid and haunting. Some of these images are simply too well written - they will be hard to shake.
Posted by Keith | March 16, 2004 2:24 PM
Posted on March 16, 2004 14:24