Owen's Shrine

It's still there, or is it here.

I am here, in this moment, in this sun,

next to Owen's Shrine.  Behind the rock

are layers of seeds and leaves, berries 

collected over the days that I came here 

to pray, to hope, that he would stay on 

this side of the curtain of consciousness,

in our arms.

Instead they are empty and all I have

of him on this earth is this shrine,

where I go, is it there or is it here