daylight crumbled
and the vast sky shifted endlessly
with flashing snowflakes
as wind howled unbreakable bits of sand
into me.
I turned my back to the blast
sat
and stared at the distant dim horizon
of ocean
to see far
but could not
then
for no reason
I could imagine
thought of my grandmother
dead now more than three decades—
how I never witnessed
the woman healthy
strong
only knowing the last part
of her human form
ravaged by heart attacks
her youth
just like
the dark outer edge
of the ocean.
This night
there would be
no vision
into the void
those luscious arms
pressing kisses
into six young children
hidden
and the children also
now all gone
including the second youngest
my dear mother
existence
just like that.
Charles Chaim Wax
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-by-the-water-s-edge/
