OCEAN

OCEAN

Raymond
your ashes resting
somewhere in
that great
Pacific Ocean

together there
with your beloved wife

would travel there
to pay homage
except you
left me
no money
not a cent, not
a dollar
   (each one of
which much
South African money)

so much for
exchange value and
the price paid
for poetry

you a scientist yourself
of fundamental
life chemistry
told me
    you did not could
not believe in
the crazy
madness of the quantum
whose most
attuned minds find
it hard if not
impossible to
plainly explain

and so
we agreed to disagree
at moment
    somewhat before
you died (final
collapsing of
our wave front)

PIsceans both:
let us leave it to ocean
to have the last word

make of us
what it will.