Whale bones in the afternoon

We receive word-in the early morning-that a dear friend has died.
I stand and look down at the bleached massive bones in front of me.
I see the smaller finger bones.
I am amazed. I am also numb.
I witness places where things are hinged together.

Bone against bone.
Heart against heart.

I wish Bruce back on earth.
More time for him, and me, and the big whale too.
xo