There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique... it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost. The world will not have it.
—Martha Graham
StarDust
Upon hearing of your death
I searched the home where we shared
so many of our moments together
for some sign that you might still be here.
I stretched out on the bed which held us in dreams
hoping to find some solid part of you to hold.
But you were not there.
I sat on the sofa, in front of the fireplace
where I would read to you, praying some
spark might break free and touch me.
Some sign that you are somewhere,
if not here, but there was no spark.
You were not there.
Then, from a rock you called me.
I placed it in my hand and stroked
it's many textured layers—
the way you often did...
And there you were, at one with all there is,
floating on a cloud, in the middle of everywhere,
having the adventure of your life.
You are stardust once again, my love.
Photo Credit: Orion Nebula