One With Sky Poem by Holly Jamestone

The book slammed down upon my hand
Before my fingers cleared its edge
The sharp sting of reality
Interrupting the middle of our chapter

Yet I reached for the book repeatedly
In ensuing months, just couldn't put it down
Longing for an old familiar verse
One to read aloud and cherish

Again the cover of the book was
Crushed into my heart, extinguishing the plot
Scattering the memories like confused
Confetti of what was real, what was fiction

Unfamiliar spine, tattered pages of perseverance
Upon a now dusty, dilapidated shelf
Next to the mirror where I glimpse your face
Reading glasses resting on your nose

You who emphatically, purposefully
Closed the book on my fingers again and again
Ending our chapter to finish your own
Picking up where your bookmark beckoned

As I finally put the book away for the last time
I gently kiss the cover, closing it forever
The way one gently releases a baby bird as it becomes
ONE WITH SKY

(7-21-2004)
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