In Memory: Scott Reuman

He passed as the snow was falling somewhere,
rivers were running, a cactus was opening her blossoms
in the desert that he loved.
I will remember him every day when the sun shines through
the translucent blue veins at my window, when I pick up
a book from from the shelves he built in my sun-filled
bedroom.
I will remember him when the squirrels chatter outside the hole
where they used to enter, angry that he has sealed it.
I will remember him when the ceiling fan blows
cool air on us on hot days.
Scott had that hand, that eye, that heart, to lay
his mark, a scroll, a curve, color, over the day
to day grind to help us remember that Beauty
lies in the mundane if only we open our eyes
to see it.
Let Scott now run in the rivers without pain,
feel the breeze against his cheek,  the love
we have for him that will transcend time
and space.

Love you, Scott.