[00:14.48]In October 2015, I was out in the yard[00:22.93]I just finished splitting up the scrap two-by-fours into kindling[00:30.44]Glanced up at the half moon pink chill refinery cloud light[00:38.65]Two big blackbirds flew over, their wings whooshing and low[00:45.35]Two ravens, but only two[00:52.23]Their black feathers tinted in the sunset[01:07.48]I knew these birds were omens but of what I wasn't sure[01:15.56]They were flying out toward the island where we hoped to move[01:22.68]You were probably inside[01:26.88]You were probably aching, wanting not to die[01:31.18]Your body transformed[01:34.19]I couldn't bear to look so I turned my head west[01:40.78]Like an early death[01:44.87]Now I can only see you on the fridge in lifeless pictures[01:52.43]And in every dream I have at night[01:56.78]And in every room I walk into[01:59.80]Like here, where I sit the next October[02:03.69]Still seeing your eyes[02:08.51]Pleading and afraid, full of love[02:16.18]Calling out from another place because you're not here[02:26.08]I watched you die in this room then I gave your clothes away[02:35.67]I'm sorry, I had to[02:41.49]Now I'll move[02:51.88]I will move with our daughter[02:55.58]We will ride over water[03:00.64]With your ghost underneath the boat[03:07.02]What was you is now but bones[03:11.00]And I cannot be at home[03:15.46]I'm running, reef flailing[03:37.34]The second time I went to Haida Gwaii it was just me and our daughter[03:44.93]Only one month after you died my face was still contorted[03:52.47]Driving up and down, boots wet inside, aimless and weeping[03:59.77]I needed to return to the place where we discovered that[04:07.38]Childless, we could blanket ourselves in the moss there[04:18.18]For our long lives[04:21.79]But when we came home you were pregnant[04:25.77]And then our life together was not long[04:31.12]You had cancer and you were killed[04:34.28]And I'm left living like this[04:37.45]Crying on the logging roads with your ashes in a jar[04:44.49]Thinking about the things I'll tell you[04:48.18]When you get back from wherever it is that you've gone[04:56.88]But then I remember death is real[05:03.43]And I'm still here in Masset[05:06.65]It's August 12th, 2016[05:10.79]You've been dead for one month and three days[05:15.65]And we are sleeping in the forest[05:19.38]There is sand still in the blankets from the beach[05:24.76]Where we released you from the jar[05:29.81]When we wake up all the clothes that we left out[05:34.74]Are cold and damp just from the air permeating[05:41.38]The grounds opens up[05:45.79]Surrounded by growth[05:49.19]Nurse logs with layers of moss and life[05:53.53]Beyond the cedars, the sound of water[05:57.68]Thick salal[05:59.92]And God-like huckleberries[06:04.85]The ground absorbs and remakes whatever falls[06:12.36]Nothing dies here[06:15.43]But here is where I came to grieve[06:18.66]To dive into it with you[06:23.67]With your absence[06:26.69]But I keep picking you berries