Granola

i am eating

granola and drifting

between my mind's list

of the day's chores

and the pieces from

your final book of

new poems

and all i want

is to reach out

to you and touch you

and thank you

for these words

for these free verses

that transport us

i should have

lived there always

as you taught us

just the one time

and now your spirit

is with the air

and the great palms

and the countryside

of dordogne and it is

not enough

for me to believe

that the wind carries you

that the air

passes through me

in the small hours

when i have never stretched

just the once

to hold your hand

and you are gone

and we are left

with your words

doing their best