Saturday, April 2, 2010

What Cannot Be Reported

Spring is wowing us in Tennessee as a string of showers blows across midstate. No funnel clouds like last year. Nobody has to die that way today. Come clearing, the bikers will be back out. It is as though nothing happened. 

It's always that way. And not only for him. Close your eyes and touch anywhere on the map, and you'll have your finger on a day after a death. You will find somebody thumbing through an album, stopping, looking out the window. The faces look out from their plastic sheaves as the clock ticks, unheard, measuring nothing.

The sun is breaking out. Who knows how long? We can let the time bend around us forever, if need be. There is no yesterday or tomorrow until God names them so. It is enough.

© 2010 Andy Gay