Instead of the end I will remember

the sleek arc of your body
spanning space like a barrel vault

the neat join of tenon and mortise
where legs met flanks

the quick spurts of motion toward some prize
known only to you

the wet stare of faith you bestowed
when called to heel

Instead of the end
that came with the suddenness
of a dropped glass

I will turn you loose
in my mind to course
as above so below     the earth