Not often

But there it is -


The circling birds

Falling ice and rocks

Little girl runs into church bearing flowers

Suddenly, a shining silence

Empty joy

An absence


Quiet laughter.


You never know when it’s going to happen

That cosmic joke when suddenly you are not there.

Simply the high wind in the trees

Shivering the pale undersides of leaves

The sky glistening

And crows calling on their way to roost.


Day after day

Going on

How strange it is!