It was new
That thing
I had to do,
Planned months.
Then, tears didn't come
To ease old memories.
Not for lack of loss
Nor sadness.
The deadness, maybe,
Made smiles and crying
Seem child's pursuits.
At dawn, sun was drawn
Over rippled sea
No warm glow -
Harsh white across water
Sand scattered
Bared legs stood
Heads bowed
Silence
It was new to us
When we took the stage
Knee-deep in waves
Man and box of ash
Too empty to explain
The life's work.
It didn't seem fair
But it was
Opened.
Winds calmly noted
To protect company's
Sensitivity
Of backlash
From what they
Once loved.
I was surprised,
The speed
Contents joined
Salty currents,
Not lingering a last look.
Finally released
My body shook,
Her child.