This small sack of fragments now
is all we have of you: dust and bones.
Today we take it to the sea, allow
a freedom greater than you’ve ever known.
The ship’s captain tells us you may go
as far as Sicily, full fathom five,
by Christmas, going with the flow.
You’ll love that, as you would have done, alive.
So we release you to the waves. We watch
you splay to water-fireworks. We toss
sunflowers after you, as on that spot
a single gull floats over our loss.
We cling, returning landward, to an afterglow.
Much easier to believe it must be so.
Originally posted June 2013