“… walk in the trees and watch the light fall into it …”
— from In Lieu of Flowers by Shawna LeMay

Forever, is the falling
and never, is the landing,
yet here we are, standing,
dappled by soft morning
sunlight, wondering if
we’re doing this right,
this remembering you
when all we can hear
when we quiet ourselves
to listen:
just bird songs and wind whistles
and somewhere we can’t yet see,
the river’s footsteps to the ocean