Ann Keiffer


                        For C.

Reluctantly, our hands     fingers     fingertips release you,
your small boat of folded white paper
slipping away, gently lapped from the shore.

So fragile your vessel, bobbing on the dark, open water,
heading inexorably out to the limitless sea,
bearing just your singular candle, bright flame.

Across deep of night and long, liquid distance
we strain to stretch our limited seeing and vision,
longing to follow your going as far as we can.

But before you are borne away into vanishing,
your boat enters an armada, incandescent.
Your particular flame disappears, but the many burn bright.

Ann Keiffer
June, 2010

Photo Credit: John Keiffer



About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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