Installation 

Poem   The Departed

absence in the departed

wind rakish and cruel

creak of ice  lumbering melt

bleak faltering moan of sky

a whale cow mourns at sea and I

keep looking for someone to cry with

in blistering blizzard  a colony of penguins

circle their young

turn in slow motion against the gale

and I weep  body

bent in some infinite

ache  horizon of black

ocean touching sky

buoyed by weight

weight of a great sadness

torched and turning globe

             hearts gone mad

nothing but absence

                         absence that opens the eye

that blade of remembrance

                      how it turns

the nothing over again

                           into a leaf

or stone

             or reed

                           or shell