Cartography

The best memory is not so firm as faded ink. —Chinese Proverb The body was one thing we always had in common, even when between us a continent unfolded. Eric says, We scattered his ashes beneath the Japanese maple here behind the house. No ceremony, as you wished, but this... What you wanted from me was complex and simple, both. Once you asked for more than I had to give. I live with this; call it regret. Your hands bloom in the intaglioed scrawl, creased onion skin tattooed with garnet stamps from Pietrasanta, a sifting of marble dust...Images: chiseled jut of jaw, cheek, bridge of nose—recall each granite face rising from New Hampshire dirt upon which faltering, you last stepped. In 1729, long before either of us came to be, Reiner Ottens dragged his fine tip across a smooth sheet:Globi Coelestis in Tabulas Planas Redacti Pars III. Bright beings— lobster, serpent, bison, dove bearing the requisite sprig—swirl and writhe over lines that pin distance and story to time. Spectral creatures that we are, connecting dots to chart our ways....If only I could wrap the whole plane back into its ball. Without your body in it, this world's gone flat. (Jack Marshall, 1932-2009)