PASSING

This is where I sit

Content for now.

After the flood –

The flood of tears that follows

death.

People moving, talking.

Uncertain laughs

with tear bright eyes.

All of us here, remembering.

They have moved on

jerkily over the silent flickering

screen.

They have gone from us.

Now we are they –

the ones who keep the candle

on the conveyor belt of life.