But there it is -
The circling birds
Falling ice and rocks
Little girl runs into church bearing flowers
Suddenly, a shining silence
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
How strange it is!