Saturday, April 6, 2013

Red Shifting







Waving to my son as he drives 
out of the lane

with the first light in his blue eyes
on his blue Element,


and I am standing in the driveway saying good bye

with the mute gestures a heart makes, 
signing love into a dusty air,

like I have done
so many times for sports or proms or college or trips,
but never for his last chemo treatment
he is going to in a city 
an hour away, 
no, never for this

as his hand and mine lift
with the wind in early spring,
light passing between them 
over the distance

that has been red shifting
all along, 
since the length

of the cord was cut 


and we began

orbiting 
one another 

like bright specks
of old rocks;

a long unraveling, spinning
like wheels over the glinting 
stars of stones,
sounding a rough song
against the cold panes of breezes
passing between us
like scarves of glass

until you are gone.











4 comments:

  1. Oh Cynthia, this is so touching. My heart is moved. Continued prayers for you and your son.

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  2. Thank you Anne for your prayers and concern. His cancer is in remission!!! Praise be to God! I am so grateful for your continued prayers...God Bless you and your family.

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  3. This really grabbed me. I wish I could put that more eloquently, for that's a pitiful description of how it grabbed. You have such a gift... thank you for sharing it here.

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  4. Thanks Nancy!! for your prayers and concern also. The Lord is always good.

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