I was standing at the podium at your funeral
– aware I was dreaming –
tears tore through me
like waves etching coral to sand
I was turning.
to sand.
at the altar.
of your life.
and this sand, becoming me..
began to dance
instead of speak
for attempting to put the swirl and dip
and shapeshifting
of sand caressed by the ocean
to words
was impossible.
my body moved me
in front of all of the people
of your life –
I had no choice..
finally words came
as my heart dipped open
and spoke for my mouth –
I will celebrate
and my celebration
and every drop of aliveness you see in me
will be like sand in the undertow –
flowing and breathtaking and real and healing and whole..
and moved to life
eternally, quietly
by him.
for he has become
the water.
