by Eugene Ruggles
When both of your parents are dead,
when it finally sinks in
as they say,
when you know completely
you are alone now that both
of your parents are dead,
when you have to look for your arms
in northern Michigan along Lake Superior
then, they are closer to you.
When the black water has closed
around you as never before
as if you had put your head
in God's throat, and perhaps you have,
then they are near enough to breathe in you.
I don't know why it takes death
to bring the three of you closer,
why death comes to life
and embraces life as it does.
It may be a piece of the seed
He passes to all of us,
when both of your parents are dead.