It must have looked like war:
A burning plane falling
Out of the clear blue sky.
Inside the instruments screamed,
...
I
The dropping tied carried him
On a raft of tree trunks.
...
The night is approaching the frozen landscape;
Stars in their pale, agonizing colours,
The raw, wintry, fallen lake,
Pine trees in their hungry rows.
...
Unforgettable
for your beloved cat Gizmo † 09.2017
We saw it coming.
Or we didn't.
Not now at least.
Nor any other week.
It was a pristine day.
A chosen one.
One like any other,
unforgettable.
It's not the first time,
you standing there,
enveloped by silence.
The dates bright markers,
a field with wild flowers,
Matabele violets
waving at something.
When we feel the wind
something is about to move,
to shift. Just a bit.
One world, then the other.
And the wind lies down.