Small Hands
Didn’t I once believe
that the body was shade
cast by the spirit standing
before a great light
but now Renata you're gone
I watched at the bedside
as your spirit vanished
a spark of wonder
a child
swallowed by dusk
how can I believe
in anything other
than dusk
the vast darkening
where is the light we once
stood before
reached out toward
to warm our small hands