Joe Raymond
Rainy Gray Day i The sky is always painted with opalescent shades of silver oxide when we plant our loved ones in pots of steel and concrete. We fertilize the ground above them with rainbows of death bouquets and monuments of stone and the sunshine escapes and will not play come funeral day. perhaps it rains on funeral day when the collective arrhythmia of breaking hearts attracts heavens’ tears. Perhaps color drains from the world as our loved ones depart to prepare a brilliant lantern lighting their journey home. Perhaps these are reasons why the sky is always cold and gray come funeral day.
Funerals, in my experience, always seem to take place on rainy and gray days. I wrote this reflecting on a parent’s passing and looking for light shining through the mist of her passing.
fall 2020
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