When My Meat Burned

when my meat burned
you sat by the pyre
the heat
of my cooling ashes
warming you
like my embrace

eventually you
gathered and scattered
the remnants

a little in the ocean
grain by grain
from a quiet kayak

some in our garden
to feed the trees
we’d carried between
our early homes
pot by larger pot
until we found a place
to set down roots

some on the beach
where we found
a small pebble
eroded with a perfect hole
for the thread
of your necklace

sometimes you cried
then later honored
our shared wish
and so the moments
of happiness
amid the grief
became moments
of grief
amid the happiness
until your turn