"The Great Wave"

Only English

I taught my little girls
Perspicacity and grounds.
The spirit world, I said
Will someday be outgrown.

Then came that great tense wave,
Spraying, heaving from his wall,
Sad, sad man who died alone...
Should I believe it? Yes?

Now that wave is on my wall.
A frozen act of peace.
From another sad, old man,
One’s love is deep, unplumbed.

A lizard on my curtain
That came to say goodbye
The day that Judy died.
Should I believe it? Yes?

The swarms of circling fish
That came to say goodbye,
Mirror on the water,
The day my brother died.

Now all my clocks have stopped.
I must measure shadows
Stretching, stirring over grass,
Time is precious, fleeting.

A burning bush, a sign?
I never asked for one.
They come now flagrantly,
Voices heaving from my heart.

Picture: Hokusai’s “The great wave”, copied from: http://www.google.co.ve/search?hl=es&q=The+great+wave&meta=