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For Max
For Max Sullivan Maisel<br />
1994 - 2015<br />
There is some reality that is much larger and more complex than we are<br />
able to perceive. (And yet) Poets perceive multiple dimensions within a<br />
single perception – reality as it truly is. “When two systems interact and<br />
their energies intermingle – once the systems separate, something of each<br />
remains in the other, leaving the two connected within the quantum<br />
realm.”* nsm<br />
*Kandiah,Krish. Paradoxology.2015.
Particles Unobserved<br />
Winter white-on-white<br />
obscures the hesitant<br />
horizon<br />
where earth and sky<br />
and lake dissolve<br />
Shadow children<br />
move in single file<br />
in and out and<br />
in-between<br />
the silhouettes<br />
of guardian trees<br />
Summer laughter<br />
sweeps the swings<br />
against<br />
the pillowed mounds<br />
of snow<br />
while<br />
halfway to belief<br />
a solitary frozen<br />
flag is trembling<br />
in a minor key<br />
Danger!<br />
Ice is dressed<br />
to lure you in<br />
nsm 2/20/15
II<br />
The hooded figure<br />
looms above<br />
antarctic steppes<br />
attentive to<br />
the wailing wolf<br />
marooned<br />
beyond<br />
compassion<br />
She never sleeps<br />
Her eyes are<br />
charcoal embers<br />
blown to life<br />
by piercing winds<br />
like laser beams<br />
skimming off<br />
our fears<br />
We barely<br />
hear her breathe<br />
and yet<br />
our tiny ones<br />
are wrapped<br />
in primitive<br />
cocoons<br />
she knits<br />
with icy<br />
needles<br />
nsm 2/21/15
Paradox<br />
Max<br />
Is still<br />
The smooth<br />
Slim stone<br />
I skim<br />
Across<br />
The brimming<br />
Moments<br />
In my days<br />
The ripples<br />
On the surface<br />
Travel outwards<br />
Til they finally<br />
Disappear<br />
Somewhere<br />
Out there<br />
In space<br />
Unmeasured<br />
Unexplored<br />
Undiscovered<br />
And yet<br />
Some other day<br />
I'll wait again<br />
For just another<br />
Brimming moment<br />
Just another<br />
Smooth slim stone.<br />
NSM, March 2015
Max Sullivan Maisel<br />
January 15, 1994<br />
February 22, 2015
“Only For So Short a While<br />
Have You Loaned Us to Each Other”<br />
Remembering Max<br />
Processional…………… “Morning Has Broken”<br />
Welcome……………… Father Daley<br />
An Aztec Prayer……… Nancy Sullivan Murray<br />
The extensive Murray and Maisel families want<br />
to thank you for the warm thoughts and deep<br />
concern that have embraced us through this<br />
difficult period. We will remember and celebrate<br />
Max through every season of the years ahead.<br />
“His Eye is on the Sparrow”<br />
……………………………. Twiggy Meshele Eure<br />
Remembering Max….. Clare Murray Volo<br />
Singing Bowls………..Gail Aiken and Edie Stanton<br />
“The Peace of Wild Things”<br />
……………………………. Eileen Murray<br />
Reflective Music……… Linda Griffin<br />
Kaddish Prayer………. Robert Druger M.D.<br />
Please join us for lunch in the Parish Center,<br />
provided by “Caring Hands,” a ministry of All<br />
Saints Parish Community. While the Parish<br />
Center is not handicapped accessible, we will be<br />
happy to help those who require assistance<br />
navigating its stairways. There will be a few<br />
tables at street level.<br />
“Litany of Peace” ….Choral Voices & Congregation<br />
Zen Poem………………. Clare Murray Volo<br />
“Imagine”………………. Sydni Noelle Eure<br />
Closing remarks…… Nancy Sullivan Murray<br />
Final Blessing Father Daley<br />
Recessional<br />
“On Eagles’ Wings”
Sept. 1st: A-Fib started around 7:30 and progressed in<br />
speed til call to 911, ambulance, the whole shebang.<br />
Admitted 2 a.m., released 10 a.m. on Sept. 2nd.<br />
Sept 3rd: Decided after b'fast that I needed to see my<br />
spirit animal so we went to the zoo around noon: temp, 95<br />
f. All creatures were sleeping or hiding under rocks, trees,<br />
etc.<br />
Eileen had put a borrowed wheel chair in the trunk that I<br />
gladly occupied. We took the walkway at a slow pace til<br />
we reached our destination - the tiger preserve, the<br />
artificial domain of my spirit creature, the female Siberian<br />
tiger.<br />
Try to picture the setting. We are on an elevated section of<br />
the zoo walk, so we're about 2 stories above the grounds
of the preserve; the area is made of a series of rocky cliffs,<br />
paths, walls and flat boulders. There's a movie-size<br />
window where we're standing to observe the whole<br />
setting.<br />
SHE is asleep on the terrain at ground level. I knock<br />
quietly on the window. "It's me. I see you. I've come and I<br />
need to see you."<br />
She wakes, gets up and starts the long climb on the rocky<br />
path up and along the interior wall; up and up, padding on<br />
mitten-shaped furry paws: up and up. SHE comes to the<br />
flat rock right in front of me and flops down. I'm almost<br />
speechless but I knock softly, "i'm right here. I see you. I<br />
need to see your face."<br />
SHE just lies there (see photo) and I'm talking and<br />
tapping... Eileen has her camera clicking. SHE lifts her<br />
head and turns to look over her right shoulder. I see her<br />
right eye and that whole side of her face for maybe a<br />
minute or even less; then she puts it down and stretches<br />
out on the rock.<br />
Words can't capture what was going on within me. We just<br />
stand still for another minute and then, "Lets go home," I<br />
say to Eileen.<br />
The next day, Friday, the 1st two verses of a poem come<br />
up and out and down on paper. Saturday, we go to our<br />
cabin in Canada.
Brendan hands me a small piece of a bone from Max.<br />
Together, John and I drop it into Charleston lake; I read 2<br />
verses out loud.<br />
Monday Sept. 6th, Tuesday Sept. 7th: staying very quiet<br />
the whole time; images come and go; the words appear<br />
and settle on the page; there are no changes, no<br />
corrections: it's "Unfinished," as is Max and his story.<br />
I didn't share it with Meg&Ivan til yesterday - when I sent it<br />
to myself by mistake (?). Meg replied, "It's a lovely poem,<br />
Mom. Leave it as it is."<br />
The End
“Unfinished”<br />
I see you<br />
leaping<br />
off the dock<br />
with your sisters and<br />
the cousin-girls<br />
who bob<br />
like fireflies<br />
sparking up the night<br />
I see you<br />
in your seal-cub<br />
nakedness<br />
slipping easily beneath<br />
the silvery surface<br />
of the lake<br />
I see you<br />
rising up<br />
amid the loons<br />
preparing<br />
for their flight<br />
to places you and they<br />
have never seen<br />
I see you<br />
strolling<br />
with my spirit tiger<br />
designing<br />
ways to stay<br />
untamed<br />
I see you . . .<br />
nsm 9/5/15