Poem for Bowie

Now I feel the edge of tears but not quite
Something that feels not like grief

But like the ringing of a great church bell
Reverberating through the whole body
A mountain moved and an empty vista

Almost crying, three times:

A movie picked for fun and glamour
Except it was really about death and family

A podcast about comic books
And that one character who stays dead

Then the last song of a concert movie
“Give me your hands — because you’re wonderful”