I was covered in your ashes, and beautiful. The sky was wide open with your sun shining down upon me.
Cranes fly overhead. It is a calm, cool day, with autumn in the air. A fire burns, and we are safe.
I’ve been rowing every day we’ve been here, except for Monday. I go out alone. On Sunday, our first day here, how I enjoyed looking back towards the water’s edge and seeing your form lit by the sun along the sandy banks. Later, returning to the shoreline, I brushed your hair.
I stayed until both switches were turned. I watched your smoke rise into the sky, moving swiftly with the clouds above, on your way. I smelled your smoke. At the end of the day, I returned and saw your bones, so strong and white. It was hard to see your bones, and I cried at the thought before I did. I howled at the thought, driving along the quiet highway. I howled and keened for your dry, quiet bones waiting for me.
The cool cloudy sky opened up, and the golden evening sun poured itself down over me.
