for Lottie – and Tiger and Woody
Can a person say something other than loss?
Is loss ever a gain?
Is goodbye ever a hello?
Is death ever a life you wished it to be?
Is empty ever any more than empty?
Don’t call it full when it’s not.
It’s absence. Total lack of person, of life that was.
Was there ever any life there, you ask when
there’s nothing there.
Is a dog a person?
Is a dog dead?
Is a person dead.
Is there ever any afterlife of either?
Except in memories, memories
that take over and demand the life that gave them birth.
A vanishing, a “not there” that joggles the mind.
What am I thinking about when I can’t see
anything there, anyone there, any living being
/larry goodell / placitas, new mexico / 14jul2015