Back 40: Big Sky Benediction


Driving past the manicured cemetery on the highway,
    so still and crowded with sameness,
        I know where your last handful
            of ashes belongs.

Returning to Montana brings bittersweet memories,
    and my heart thumps harder as I glimpse the
        headwaters of the Missouri.

Sitting on the flat rock nearest the water, I scrabble
    from my Ziploc the meager dusty bits of your 
        very being and release you into the 
            gently flowing river.

Our souls might never meet or comprehend this mystery,
    but knowing your pure joy in receiving this final
        taste of freedom gives me peace and benediction.

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