For Elin

A poem about aging, nostalgia and the impressions we leave upon each other. I was 7 days into a silent meditation retreat and reflecting on how women I used to know have remained with me

Seas and years now lie between us

    Your firm body softening

    Flaxen hair graying

    and flawless skin decaying,

    I would presume

But your eyes still bright, alive

    recalling

    a moonlit night on a foreign beach

    sultry air pregnant with hope

    where our bodies

    and lives

    lay perfectly entwined

That was our youth

    and yours is forever mine