Word Painting (For Yoko Ono) Poem by Ian Ayres

It’s all heartache
Until you let go
Then it becomes one
Continuous Now
And there’s a void there
No future, no past — just Now
Alone with one gone

As glasses fall
Cracking thin ice
A double you torn
Ending Beginning
Yes screaming No
Caught in blood
His empty chair

Moments
Without permanence
Each syllable, an instant
An is as was
A silent guitar
All there is

Wind blowing
A sand painting
Of hours and colors
Scattered to bring
Strawberry Fields
Into Now