Lucy afloat

After the scattering of ashes
Pulpit Rock, 26 November 2014

And then the light
on these layers of grief,
grit, glow
that make a rock.

From blinding white
to ochre soft, then rust
and pink
running into each other —
who knows which colour came first
or if the glow came
before the grit
before the grief?

Not even the rock knows
the secrets of its chronology.

It is we who look
who think we know
or wish to know
as we stand on it
to steady our feet,
steady our own running
into each other
and into grief
or grit
or glow.

Merlinda Bobis