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This poem first appeared on the blog in 2014.
Regular
readers will know that I believe in the existence of ghosts in the nicest
possible way. (There are unwelcome ghosts, too, of course, but they are of no
concern in this particular poem.)
We may be slaves to time in this life, but remembrance and the posthumous conscious from which it springs are life forces in another dimension altogether; where time and personal space unite to cross frontiers we can but imagine ... until it is our time, too, to cross to that proverbial 'other side'.
IN
GOOD COMPANY
I
went to your grave
on
Easter day, a longing in the heart
to
be near, as once we were
I
knelt, unable to pray,
laid
a bouquet of flowers at the stone,
glad
to stay …
Someone
wished me Peace,
said
pain would pass and hurt grow less,
that
you’d left but briefly,
but
that’s not what I wanted
to
hear, just to be with you once more
as
once we were
A
tugging at my sleeve,
but
I wept, and would not, could not
leave
without you;
gently
now, lifting my face
to
the sky, showing aspects of our history
like
a home movie;
easy
then to rise and turn away
from
a stone and flowers, ours the gift
of
eternity ...
Walking
hand in hand
through
a cemetery, you and I, content
to
be in good company
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2002; 2014
[Note:
Poem and title slightly revised (2014) from an earlier version that appears
in First Person Plural by R N Taber, Assembly Books, 2002.]
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