tOo hUgE

Sometimes
He stands before me, in
Not image or ghost
Nor still life or memory
But all of his life force
His essence
His chemistry
Pulsating with vibrancy
Intense atoms of being
A life force of other
Too bright white in the seeing
Too powerful
Too potent
So astounding in energy
An electrical current
That smashes my being
A presence so strong that
It cannot be wrong and
I crumple to nothing
To know what is gone
And then
His loss is just 
Too huge 

M P 6/3/21