Cremation Becoming
The urn is tipped
Scattered ash enjoins
Jet stream
Jetsam
Flotsam
Atop the winds and currents
Nature's gathering
Knowing not yet
The next evolution of life's decay
Possibility awakens
This consciousness beyond our own
This departure from one actuality
Into the reformation of another
Molecular iteration begun decades earlier
Now roaming carefree among other airborne particles
Innocent stowaways enfolded in winged flights
Or ocean saturated drifting
Bobbing patiently
Awaiting new beginnings
As the journey continues
Feathers
Seaweed
Plastic cups and bottles
Provide passage
Shore ward
Skyward
Forward
A measureless journey this
Where matter exists forever
Where ash continues as yesterday's index
Referring to tomorrow's pages
Scattered ashes
Once of flesh and blood
Now returning to the vortex of cosmic chance
Where fresh finger-paints of infancy
Become infinity's next masterpiece
To mourn or not to mourn
Omniscience winks
While the fishes may benefit from eating the miniature creatures that feed on ashes floating in the brine, ashes floating in the air in the form of gases are only breathed in and out of the lungs seeking only sustenance and oxygen. So the weight of our being, all that we carry other than the half pound or less of ashes, is floating around in the atmosphere.
Creating ghosts?
Ron