Prayer for Tashlich
I cast my memories
to geese at Lake Merritt
so as they shit,
somewhere between sky and earth,
my Gemini, who had a heart like a volcano,
you will hear me.
I pray fogiveness
that I could not admit to myself
how much I loved you,
because it was opening a deep wound.
I pray forgiveness
that I could not admit to myself you were dying,
and was not there to shepherd you
through those burnt mountains.
I give thanks for the last joke
you left me with,
and hope you are singing
to a loft of children.
Love is what calls us into being.
Death calls us back.