Poem composed at a memorial

... as I let the sermon go right over my head. The former PTA president at our school died. She was my age. Our staff, current and former, composed a larger part of those present at the memorial.

I am a particle.

A mote in a plume.

The plume is a pall,

That rises, a column

to join with thehaze.

The haze is aboveus,

But we cannot seeit,

Unless we rise,

And look to theside,

And watch for itgathered.

Stacked up on thehills,

The haze is aboveus.

I float in theplume.

I fall to the earth.

I am a particle.