Mama (a poem for a friend who lost his Mom)

photo by the author.

Mama

We float along

In these places, faces making haste

Yet awaiting

This climb aboard the shores we can’t quite see

But reach

Out and back for

She seeks us too

A blue

Sky

A hue beyond title

Words attempt yet never tap in

To the warmth

Of the origin

The root

A creation

So pure

In a word

The shell breaks

Providing the essence

For centuries upon decades upon eternities upon galaxies inside

A universal

Moss on top of stone

And maybe she will phone

Home

Classic film style

As we coast along another day to slay the dragon

We call

Loss.