Indelible, Miraculous

Julia Darling died this afternoon.

I'll write more later, but here are some old thoughts about the wonderful impressions Julia made on me.

My thoughts and sympathy go out to her lover Bev, and her two daughters Scarlet and Florrie.

This poem is one of hers:


Indelible, Miraculous

friend, think of your breath
on a cold pane of glass

you can write your name there
with an outstretched finger

or frosted, untouched grass
in the early morning, a place

where you can dance alone
leave your footprints there

a deep pool of silver water
waits for you to make waves

the beach is clean after the storm
the tide has washed away yesterday

we all matter, we are all
indelible, miraculous, here