The Beats of Continuing On

The Lakes Shore we once paddled continues to breathe-
In and Out. 
The siche folds its layers over itself in fractal waves
      Like percussion beats.
The beats of your breath, have ceased. Is life
Like a butterfly? 
Beating its wings, effecting change
Half a world away.
Is it the change you fought 
So hard for in the world. Or is it
Just the incessant beat of the world marching on?
You once told me you were afraid
To imagine the change we marched for-
	       Side by side lifting a banner in the streets of St. Paul.
You lived it and where is it now. Here, Now. 
With the Lake and the rainforests of Panama. 
	Forever impermanently interwined with reality.

“Where ever you go, there you are.” He once told me. 
We had taken such different paths to that same Canadian Beach.
And the waves of Mother Superior went on 
With the beating wings of a quail. 
We walked together from Hattie Cover to the distant point of rock
And we laughed until the sun set over that glistening Lake.
And we wept.

	The waves continue
	From us to thee
	Forever impermantently intertwined
	While we are apart
	One from the other.