distracted me
forgot to salute you
officially
yesterday
when you were exhaling
your last breaths

if truth would that actions
speak louder than words then
mine wasn't really a
forgetfulness
rather a constant
non-verbal salutation
every action a caressing your
ultimate presence
an honouring you with
simple classical moves
between tradition and
personal creativity as if
as if
the banquet were to be in
these rooms
impregnated with past
celebrations

the fragrances of then mingle
with the
scents of now
I breathe you
seep through me tangible memory
vibrant
transcending all
then escape in a fugitive exhale

no silentspeak nor physical absence
can trance time's symphony
winged to the love of light
in spaces where spirit ever plays
life's kiss leads
to dance
in tomorrow's wake





*m.a

01/01/2018

Author's Note: draft written in my parents kitchen 1st Jan 2018 I had posted and saved in facebook for I can't login to PPS from my phone. I don't have wifi on my laptop away from home ... and I have been away more than I have been home. When family calls one must serve. My father is 90 now and time spent together is precious. Just it would be easier if there weren't almost 600kms between us. In truth the above draft is an extract of a diary-like piece. I haven't re-read the rest since writing it. just this. then stop.

Posted on 02/21/2018
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