II

Do not search for me.
As the ocean searches for the moon,
when it is caught in its pull
And the glassy waves roll back
To reveal coarse sand,
Each grain, without option to resist the tide
A sea of grief -
Smoothed by an eternity
Until, like me, it is washed away
And set adrift.

Do not pour down on me.
As the summer rains pour over canyons
And seep into the valley floors;
quenching the cracked adobe.
Slicking the clay of my lips.
meting out my share of moisture.
It could be just enough to keep me, temporarily,
from drying out, completely.

Do not wish for me.
Like a child upon a star,
With all the conviction of hope & purity of heart
That causes the universe to comply with a fleeting cause-
Chasing my comet across the heavens
A trail of particles
Until our Zephyr forms a constellation
that was born to burn out
as we fall from the skies.