What is he looking for? Why does he want?
It is the unfinished in him that wants
to be whole when there is something
to build from: are there dreams there?
How often do they come true? Do they?
Or is he perhaps like the river course,
streamed where water may over stones,
debris, carcasses, and carrion of the dead,
forever moving to the mouth of the sea
always arriving where it will never return.
Why does he want to return where he
cannot? The dirt of his tomb is real enough.
What does he want beyond the hole where
he will lie dead as dead can be? Her body.

—Albert B. Casuga