Yes, I do wonder if there is some sort of consciousness
after we are gone.
And as I just revisited a photo on my Facebook page
of a long-time friend named Ray who passed away
around three years ago, I’m wondering if he has any sort
of awareness and longing to still be a part of the living world.
If so, I have no doubt he’d want to reunite with his wife and son,
and I imagine that he’d want to return to our weekly rumbas
and play along and sing like he used to.
I also wonder what he’d think of this poem that focuses
solely on him, given there are many others that I miss as well…
some more, some less, as time goes on…
Jeffrey Zable is a teacher, conga drummer/percussionist who plays for dance classes and rumbas around the San Francisco Bay Area, and a writer of poetry, flash-fiction, and non-fiction. He’s published in hundreds of literary magazines and anthologies. His selected poetry, “When I’m Dead and Felling Blue” is available from Amazon or directly from Androgyne Books.
