i am almost twilight
i am almost home
i am cracked by a thousand birds
crossing the darkening sky.
you are a silhouette
you are a stormcloud
you are half of every strand
of DNA in my body.
the storm strains inside my skin.
the storm is breaking.
you will never be
merely memory.
you are a kind hand resting
on my shoulder.
you are a wild anger
against the world’s injustice.
you are survived
by two daughters, two
brothers, one sister,
and the work of your hands.
your memory moves
in this cracking twilight.
like the light,
you have gone home.