Years Later.

Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer's retina
as he stood on the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.       

Ted Kooser
Photo By Alistair.


Yamini MacLean said…
Hari OM
...honouring your father??? Evocative words. Greetings frae Dunoon. YAM xx
Memories are conjured from seemingly insignificant and unrelated images. Fascinating, and sometimes puzzling.

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