Poem for Vincent

The one we lost never once spoke,
yet his presence could not be mistaken
for another.

No shape will ever again be his.
He marched through the world
with a singularity of purpose
unknown to the human form.

Among us, he flashed
bright and dark, that we might remember
the willingness to serve,
the ease with which silence can be met.

Did you happen to see him once
or twice, with me, out walking?
And with the gladness
in his gait, did your heart
rise, too, like the soft
tips of his ears?

And did you wonder how you ever wanted
such complicated things?




About annhumphreys

I travel and teach hoopdance as a movement meditation. Yes, I mean meditative movement with a hula-hoop. The hoop can playfully and gently bring anyone into their embodied center and open the world of dance and creative expression. My greatest joy is to witness this blossoming in my classes and workshops. http://lineandcircle.com/
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