i learned an old friend passed today.
what is the difference of a weight of a soul?
his body still exerts the same forces it did before,
the earth still holds him as it did before.
nothing is different,
and yet,
everything is different.
he lives in the air now
in the space between our nuclei
in the vibrations that shake their way through the atmosphere
in the breaths of life that pass the time in our viewpoint.
he loved poetry,
so i wrote him one.
i don't think i ever showed him my poems.
he'll see it now, i'm sure.
when i die i want them to weigh me right before i go, so they can find the weight of my soul.
for adam boaz.