grief found me today
through a Van Morrison song
tears as I went about my chores
a flood of memories
dust particles dance about the room
above your collection of vinyl
each album packed neatly into a tower of milk crates
"Blue," "Kind of Blue," "Lady Sings the Blues,"a small maroon Buddha keeps your jade plant company
tiny trinkets hidden amongst the furniture
peek out from behind books and your antique lamp
you loved small things:
animal finger-puppets,
kinder surprise toys,
children
your memory was impeccable:
"Remember the time so and so said such and such on that Thursday in Toronto the summer of '78?"
poached eggs,
coffee, a change purse
these things just were you
I imagine you now, driving
fancy-free, with your cap on, in an MG
heading into the the most brilliant of sunsets
