I witnessed you making
Little decisions along the way
to leave your hard hat,
workboots, and feet behind
and float up.
made in moments which
accrued compound interest
over decades.
When we traded your 401(k)
in exchange for a couple of days
of mechanically inflating your lungs
I silently protested
you might be getting a bad deal.
Not because we wanted the money
but because you wreaked
of hospital and defeat.
It's not as if we had a choice,
but your double helix genes
That were done with your jeans
vibrated your blues song
in every cell of my body.
Between lifetimes you and I
decided
I'd hold your DNA now mine
up to a light, to expose
your cache of radiance
and shine
bright enough
for us both.
