Kate
Kate's second memorial is today. I won't be attending, for a whole variety of reasons. I wrote this instead.
Kate has gone to sleep
The lasting rest, that silence
present even in a ringing crowd-
a place she’d never choose to be-
But for when she’s weaving
yarn or words or steps
in patterns seen and heard and felt
-the rush of air that brushes by
when swinging round a square-
A rush like time and love and friendship
that lasting rush, sweet dance
Years and breaths and patterns long
Kate has gone to sleep
a place she didn’t choose to be
An empty space, a silence
in a dancing square
She’s still there dancing
in time and love and silence
holding hands and laughing
Quiet smile
and rest
Kate has gone to sleep
The lasting rest, that silence
present even in a ringing crowd-
a place she’d never choose to be-
But for when she’s weaving
yarn or words or steps
in patterns seen and heard and felt
-the rush of air that brushes by
when swinging round a square-
A rush like time and love and friendship
that lasting rush, sweet dance
Years and breaths and patterns long
Kate has gone to sleep
a place she didn’t choose to be
An empty space, a silence
in a dancing square
She’s still there dancing
in time and love and silence
holding hands and laughing
Quiet smile
and rest