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.
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