Touch: The Journal of Healing
Touch: The Journal of Healing
You laughed aloud
(at Ian Page’s funeral)
by Murray Alfredson
From whence it came, that wind that shook the tiles
then went, none knew; it was as though
it swift-stooped eagle-like and struck. Some said
it was mere turbulence — they spouted chaos —
a random happenstance; but others took
it as a visiting — to tell us all
who’d gathered in farewell, though elements
of mind, of body parted, though form was left
to rot inside your coffin, still you flew
mercurial and free like wind. On drift
of memories and eulogy you rode;
you laughed aloud that all was well with you.
© 2010 Murray Alfredson
Murray Alfredson has worked as a librarian, lecturer and in Buddhist chaplaincy. He is a prize-winning poet, has published essays and poems in Australia, England, and America, and a collection, ‘Nectar and light’, in Friendly Street new poets, 12, Adelaide: Friendly Street Poets and Wakefield Press, 2007.
Issue 4, May 2010
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