Eulogy to the Living

“This is a eulogy to the living,”  you said. Looking over

scattered groups under scattered clouds, all finding

comfort between green and warmth. 

“Everyone is doing it exactly

right now and they don’t need to know it.”

Scoffing,

“we are smaller in these moments.” 

“Maybe we are just more

connected

and our lack of individuality is showing.” 

“It is like planting seeds,

they will still grow

in rows, some will just grow bigger.

Look,

that is a big couple right there,”

pointing.

“Yea, they just got more

water or laughter or something.

Why are you blaming them for that?”

“I’m not,

I don’t think. Hopefully

I’m just jealous. Then

it would only be my problem

right?” 

“Yea, I’ve been working on not

hating strangers, it’s been freeing.” 

“Look at us all

looking up and leaning

on each other.

Not even this many iterations of

La Pieta could make me think

passion is anything more than suffering.”

“If this is pain, I’ll do it

forever then.”

“And that's why everyone’s eyes close when they look at the sun.”