Becca Gowetski's Ode to Adam Hueghlomm

Passing

By
Each passing
A miracle fades
To darkness.

Our love
For the miracles,
miracles now gone,
Our bittersweet longings
Bestow upon that darkness
A tactile grandeur,
an earthly vision,
making it a place:

< virgins, harps, clouds, saints, gates >

vision, be damned!
It is,
in the end,
the darkness.

And, in the end,
the stiff slap of loss
tells us
our miracles,
our precious
living, breathing, talking
miracles,
are

gone.

etc.