So much fun.
You always were the lively one.
Here, on this hillside falling down to a river
here, in this windy weather we gather together
Dearly Beloved
to honour your wishes.
In my mind I see you run tumble roll down this hillside full of delight laughter.
I smile sadly
(holding the urn tightly)
my task to scatter you.
“And then, to the elements...be free! ”
I pronounce Prospero like
as you become Ariel.
But as your dust dances
upon the air
the wind changes direction
and you come back to us
large as life...big as love
blustering all over us getting into our hair
our eyes
open wide with surprise
up our noses
bringing tears to our eyes
staining white shirts grey
like a dirty joke in a church.
So much fun
you were always the lively one
even in death
having the last laugh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem