Moments

Moments I sit in the stifling heat of the car, Taxi’s block the entrance like a boom bar, Walkway broken, crowded with hopes. An old white van stutters up ahead, At back stark white coffin with gilt handles: Family sit, heads scarved and drooped, Red flag of death flickers, a torn bit of time. Moving glances slide off the coffin like invisible tears, Sorries unsaid, fears relieved, if only for a moment. Death sits in an empty coffin, Waiting to receive the spewed remains of Life. Is this what it is at the end? A moment of silence in the roar of today? A young man jumps out the back of the van, Appraises a young woman passing by, Glances cast like invisible smiles, They speak of hope and love and maybe’s.