I.M. Katrin Cartlidge 1961-2002 <br /> <br />On the train to Birkenhead <br />for her father's autopsy, <br />my mother saw the rainbow <br />of rainbows, a double. <br />I woke with a spark today: <br />the sunlight in September <br />is the loveliest, pure <br />as a woman's touch. <br />I turned to the obituaries <br />and Katrin had died; <br />who snake-charmed devotion. <br />I didn't know her, <br />but it felt like I did. <br />And yesterday was a deluge, <br />hours of it, and stinging eyes. <br />I wonder if the dead live <br />up there, in the sky. <br />I wonder if we breathe them.<br /><br />Richard George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-meteorology-of-loss/
