Antigone

I think of and still view her as the antagonist

in a famous Greek tragedy.

I think of her living in
a remote place now.

If she is alive turbulent waters rage.

That year of my life with her

remains the distance
inherent to a practice turning to wisdom.

She was a mixture of winter and spring,
a struggle for life.

I thought she was like Antigone,
the heroine who
chose her own path, the only path she knew.
Her convictions were pure and essential.

Antigone knew me like
a concert musician and conductor know
music in their minds.

We sharpened our university wits
and shared what was pure between two young people.

It was a time of nihilism
ending in an apocalyptic and
self-serving affair.

I miss her.