Por Kurma Murrain
Today I conquered my Everest
The Pacaya Volcano
Everest like life
Steep
Painful
Treacherous
Exhausting
Until you reach Heaven
And you are embraced by the light
… I felt his warmth
I needed to tell him about my day
This Paradise season
The adventure of a lifetime
So I did
In my mind
Blowing a kiss to the sky
“Ay, mija”
The clouds answered
“Hasta la próxima”
See you soon my beautiful friend
My dancer
My logical and stubborn guide
The one who protected me even from myself
He let my hand go
And off he went to prepare a place for me
The clouds drew his initials
Then dissipated
The clouds knew his name
His legacy
The path behind him
Decorated with bougainvilleas, hydrangeas
And tulips from his love
They faded out into butterflies
Around us
Thereafter we opened our eyes
Let our letters ride in the wind
And as an homage to his ephemeral existence
We held hands
And dance.
To Lincoln Fairweather (April 27, 1968 – October 27, 2025)
