Absence

In the silence of absence

Our memories re-create

The echoes of what once was

Surging out, then rebounding

Our memories froth and foam

In roller-coasters of reminiscence

That return us again and again

To the comfort and shelter

Of our own Personal Bay

The swells, rips, and familiar turbulence

Of this murky water our proof

That this world is yet a solid place

Even if unseen fish

Still tickle our submerged toes

Surely this is preferable to

A crystal clear lagoon with water

Possessing such clarity that

One will certainly fall through

Into Heaven. Beyond