A death like this . . . .

One more time spring has erupted.

I pass by the trees and white petals fall.
A little boy says: "it is snowing momma! It's snowing..."

I kick at the trash and catch a petal on my lips.

The taste is bitter and I am full of it. A season comes around. It's spring, then fall.
Again, I walk down the street.
The tears fall like snow from the sky...
Things go round and round.

Some things stop. Stop.

His friend has died.

I sit with him and feel the heaviness of his heart. I am pulled down into it.  He weeps.

A flower tips it head to the ground. I know something is being born.

At this moment my heart flutters and falters. Somewhere my soul is being filled by the Gods. They said she died of heart attack.

I know her heart broke open,

so, full oflove it could no longer be contained.

A friend has died

and a death like this takes away a piece from here and a piece from there.

Until there is this patchwork of things that God has woven back together.

I walk down this street and all around everything has gone green ...

Next week it falls like feathers from angels' wings. I am wrapped by this cycle of life and death.

I am reaching and holding back.

I am looking to scream somewhere... Scream it all back to God.

 

From the anthology: Things with Wings, 2001 The Wild Angels

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Sandra Lee Schubert © All Rights Reserved, 2024

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