Thursday, April 24, 2014
Evening Daydream: Yellowknife
On my desk, an elastic bracelet in khaki
camouflage picked from an overflowing bowl.
I dream of places I’ve never been.
Before the service, before his daughters
released balloons, to escape the earth
was the tribute’s theme. Though in the end
all light is dimmed — doors locked and bolted.
Icarus is a shadow, an ash-clothed ghost.
How high the flames reached (Chinese lanterns)
catching the cooling breeze. I wonder how
many gathered there stood long enough
on the twilight shore to watch the lanterns cease.
The date on the bracelet states 2008-2011.
Not his life, but his time with these friends.
In my mind I am in Yellowknife, though not
in body — just in mind. Just in juggling
steps. Just in deciding how best to fly
and where it's best one last time to land.