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Remembering Micah: Everyday Magic, Day 189

Updated: Sep 30, 2023

When the Unimaginable Happened

It’s a year now since you slipped out of that failing young body,

gone in the green flash between your vital-limbed life and

the precious air that keeps us alive and you apart.

In death, whatever we know of you turns technicolor,

humming with snapshots: you as a little boy holding up a turtle,

you on a bike a few years ago, you dressed up as large white bear,

you with your camera, smiling into the sun.

From that breaking ice day you left to the thawing into blossom

of spring, the green explosion of summer, the slow honing of autumn,

and now back to this open palm of January, we remember

and say your name: Micah, where we sing to you: Micah,

where we come together to again try to grasp the shape of love

you left, composed of breath and gratitude, tenderness and mourning,

chords and oil, cedar and birds, handprints on whatever we thought we knew

about what should and shouldn’t happen in life, and yet does.

Micah, we miss you. Micah, you left right on time and too soon.

Micah, the sun breaks through the snow. Micah, you would love it all,

you do love it all, we do love you all, our friend, our son,

our cousin, our brother, our boy, our man. Micah, sail easy in

this boyant air of love and knowing, loss and shimmer, and help us

remember what it is to live when the unimaginable happens:

with our arms around each other and our hearts broken open

(Photos: Micah with friends shortly before he died).

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