Vial #1 8.12.22

we run out into the waves, 

the sun is setting and the

 sky is transforming

into a 

patchwork       quilt

of blues and oranges and pinks

 

we dive under a crashing wave 

and swim out 

and      out 

pushing past the break

treading water to keep warm 

 

the sky, unbothered by our frigidity 

                            and human frailty,

blazes above

 

we gather in a circle and our 

salty tears swirl seamlessly into the 

salty sea

and we lay a bit of her to rest here

where we spent so many carefree summers

frolicking in the waves

 

may we remember her in this way,

body surfing

beaming

at peace