Still

By Rea Fielden

© Copyright 2001

I am so still.
Night before last,
I ate cake beside her grave
And rifled through vivid memories
In the mausoleum where he lay curled up.
Clear understanding nudged at me gently
While I reached for the comfort of knowledge.

I am so still.
Last night, I sat beside her grave
And she accompanied me to the mausoleum
Where he lay curled up among his memories.
The window opened wide to the cool night air
Where I played as a child and, now, I watched me.
Understanding came from her but naught from her lips.

I dreamed of cake and it was sweet.
I dreamed of memories and they were clear.
I dreamed of knowledge and it was poetry.
I dreamed of me and I was the child.
I dreamed of Death and it was gentle.
I am so still.