EV2014

Photo by Todd Jenkins

Time moves on, though

our focus obliterates its march.

Every once in a while,

my mind moves forward 

to tomorrow, but my heart 

calls it back with a somber cry.

The empty tomb was beyond imagination

even for those who followed closest.

Come sit with us in the dark

for a little longer.

Night, whose sensory deprivation

opens spaces and possibilities

never-before recognized;

whose motionlessness stills

all the monkeys vying

to subdivide our attention;

whose calming blanket

lowers our pulse so far

we fear our own hearts

might cease their beating;

leaves us perched upon

the graveyard's wall,

more sure than not that we,

too, will succumb to the abyss

of death's cavernous maw.

© 2014 Todd Jenkins