CASTINE CEMETERY

Beneath this stone,
reduced to bone,
your earthly presence lies.

Upon this hill
you linger still
under these cirrus skies.

Incanting charms,
the sea’s shawled arms
forever fall and rise.

Though earth’s embrace
may leave no trace
to succor such surmise,

To feel you near
when I am here
a biding love implies.




TENANT AT WILL. 1994.
Louise Wheeler (1912 – 2005)

Selection printed in her memory.
Used by permission.