As You Departed

As You Departed David J Walker There is a certain beauty Found in the dry sky hovering Over your grave But mother You were never dry You were a thunderstorm Rumbling in the distance You were a gray day That never cried in Public places Your perfume was the cold Humid winter air Promising to snow and Granting permission to stay Out and play all day In the cursive flow Of heavy flurries You were the enigma of ubiquitous Lightning flashing in the morning And evening as if each were the same time to you You were the author of a chimeric vulgate impossible to predict with any accuracy Mother You were never dry Even as I held your hand As you departed