Starlight
~for Kay Koval
(1921 - 2021)
i
What is starlight
and why did you
leave home
so often
to chase it?
Through rain,
wind, and snow
you left the comfort
of your television’s
blue glow
to rendezvous
with greater lights
that deigned to
reach down to you
knowing you knew
just how
to reach up
for them.
How dear you were
to believe in there
being such a thing
as everlasting light
as you became
a collector of immortal
autographs, secretly
storing them away
like fireflies in a jar.
Assisted by
the disguise
of the everyday,
you shuttered from
star to star
unobtrusively
cultivating your own
sunny presence
beneath
a pair of glasses
as purposeful
as Clark Kent
hiding his
super powers.
On hearing that Venus
would soon be
in conjunction
with Mars, you plotted
your amiable ambush,
yet again
donning a scarf
and glasses
unashamed of your
inquisitiveness about
immortality and
what made it tick,
only to learn
it had nothing
to do with time
and everything
to do with
leaving one’s
mark upon it.
How did you know
so instinctively
that everything and
everyone
leaves behind
a signature
of longing?
Even a stone
yearns to become
transparent
in order to
share the
light inside
itself.
ii
Walking into your funeral
unprepared for
tears and a journey,
yet humbly anticipating
a lesson in
mortality,
I approached your
last bed afraid
to see you
laid bare from
the ravages of time
as well as
a life well lived,
while keeping my
inner orphan,
(a beginning we shared)
in check, that I might
recognize my
own future
in your
sole departure;
a puzzle piece
lost forever,
leaving us all
incomplete.
Little did I know
that what I was
to see
would change me
forever, for
laying there
before me was
a glowing Goddess
of beauty and
elegance,
radiating
a singular glory,
every inch
a star.
10/11/21
1 comment:
Peter reading this poem again. For you to write this about my mother is such an honor. I am humbled by your words, "Little did I know that what I was to see would change me forever, for laying there before me was a glowing Goddess of beauty and elegance, radiating a singular glory, every inch a star". Thank you so much, Joan
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