The great ones wave goodbye but no one smiles.
And their boat labors over the rapids.
The doors that open are too far away.
They will close once the boat reaches the sea.
The afterlife is a house without walls.
The house has no windows but there are shades.
The shades rise and fall with the folding waves.
The boat nears the shore and enters the bay.
The great ones were here but they left today.
Where they are now they must be shown the way.
(3 December 2011)
copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander