Cloud Watching 

Spinal cord
Broken but whole
Wispy and gray
It hangs in the clouds
Dissolving like
Marrow in the soil.

I buried you
Years ago,
But you hang above me
Like a wishbone
Hoping to be broken.

Your skeleton hand
Reaching gently
For mine,

The space between
Ulna and Radius
Soon to burst
And shatter
The memory
Of you.