Swim alongside sea turtles they glide by the island

The pounding of hooves up a treacherous mountain

The owls in the dark recall songs you stopped singing

Doves perched high on a wire cooing low in their mourning

Without word, took your leave

Spread your widening wings

To neither destiny nor station: echolocation.

The pictures I saved seem to feed some dull craving

Reconstructed wrong memories, keep fumbling the pieces

Ashes lost to the wind, bones crunched into a clean jar

With no body to hold, the rolling of grief still unfolding

Left with neither closure nor negation: echolocation.