Friday, April 25, 2003
Well, the picture below was painted when I returned to BH from Auckland where I had been at Casey's memorial service and importantly, getting much needed support from my friends. Although I have only recently started painting, the pull of the paints was strong when I returned to my quiet living room in an outback town in the dessicated heart of Australia. It goes with a poem that I wrote in the first week after Casey's death.
Journey
It was not you
in the bed under the wailing machines
Your body so obedient,
your hands so calm.
Though your heart beat still
you were already standing beside me.
It could not be you
so still under roses
face twisted by your leaving.
Eyes sparrow-bright
fingers playing on my body
lips nibbling on the edge of ecstasy,
You encircle me still with your warmth.
As I begin my journey,
you whisper that I am not alone:
you dance to make me laugh.
I will know to find you
in the blue morning of the mountains,
in the spray of afternoon snow,
in the sunset at Karekare,
in the moon splashing in the waves.
Blue Mountains 16/3/03
Piokiwi 5:31 pm
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