No resolutions, year-end lists or anything like that. Just a good poem that was passed on to me some time ago by a friend. I haven’t been able to find out more about the author.
what an end, my love, what a sea
now, thinking back,
i recognize your ambition of breath
against stillness. of
protest. of hemming the shadows.
you saw the violet truth
that every breathing gift vanishes and so
you refracted the fading light in
tidal pools and
created new fires.
you are capable, in an instant, of
being exceptionally immense on the tiniest surface.
your every place so full of presence and
summer, they can say nothing neutral about your
biography; the mauve memory of your eyes accepting
a departure on a dark brown evening.
and so just this: light shifts and
dark revealing roses.
this is a world permanent with wind.
we have broken arrows, but we have water, light.
for all of us, you scoured the night and left it brighter,
soaked in cinema and tulips.