Saturday, July 16, 2011
Veronica told us to come by the bay tonight,
main entrance to Big Tribune Bay, July 16th.
Into silence we walk together from the meadow
in a long line, not so much in sadness,
it is that too, but humbled, as something
greater than ourselves rises and covers us with
the ocean of this warm, terrible love. Rain
pulls down our faces, the tide floods. In our
hands are little gifts. In Veronica's words:
"found objects from nature, votive candles,
rose petals and tiny boats to float out to sea."
Our feet sink into sand, southeaster blows
straight in. Hundreds walk together. I kneel
on the shore and set my boat down, try to push
it out, watch it wobble and sail, back
into my hands again.
From Veronica, Orlando's Mother:
"True hope may never be abandoned,
but we believe that Orlando will not be returning to us."
In telling about the southeaster, rain and flooding tide..
"..so all the gifts that were sent on the water came back to us.
You can put whatever meaning you want on that."
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