December 8, 2011 Magpie #94 Mother

Lunch

Magpie #94
Waiting for Thoughts to Return
When first I saw the image
I thought again of that day
A thought began
Perhaps completion can be
Found today

The day was cold and grey
38 degrees the temperature
The mourners dressed in black
From polished shoes to gold tie tack

The air was filled with mist
As was each eye lash
Whispered words of sorrow
Rock of Ages Cleft for Me

All is ready in the church
The tree was trimmed in gold and silver
Footsteps echo in the hall

I have returned from a long journey
Though not so many days
Not so very far
Yet right to the very edge of
The far side of the world
It seems

I am left with impressions
Snow in fields as far as I can see
Geese in formation
Fly south
Snow dancing on the road
Obscuring the way

Black ice
Black night
Music softly sung
Mouth open beautifully formed
Red hair falls to the shoulders

Warm embrace
Yet all is empty
–Cold–
Echoes in the empty rooms

Time stands still
Waiting for time to begin again
Waiting for the next heart beat
Waiting for the next breath
Waiting for thoughts to return
The waiting stretches time eternal

Note: When I first saw the image I thought of the poem I began, thinking of the funeral for my Mother. Then when I transferred it, I realized that the people were seated differently and eating. And I thought perhaps a funeral is like that in a way. The mourners are comforted and filled with hope in a time of sadness?  And her funeral was at the noon hour of the day.