Cushman
the water flickers around me and I think of you
you’ve been gone for years and I still feel
my toes in the water at the lake
I’m reminded by
the place you rest now
You, G’ma, and an uncle I don’t remember
the mountains a lush green
tips of trees creating texture where you are
it holds your embrace, grace, and all of my memories
surrounded by water
Now,
in a new place and the unflattering color of the canyon
reflects on the water
a slow moving ripple carries itself to the banks all around me
silver fish jump and I can still see you
hear you whisper that you loved me in my ear
the white sail boat wrecked
turned sandbox for
your grandchild and great grandchild
