What Was That All About

And now we find true what we probably should

     have known in the first place –

     life does not yield of unmitigated joy

          just because Death is conquered.

The hard work of waiting for the certain coming

     of life after life after death

     does not get much easier

          knowing that Death is conquered.

Death gives way – but slowly – bit by

     bit – inch by hard won inch – only in time

     which doesn’t heal all wounds

          by itself – but waits until it is no more.

And now we find true what we probably should

     have known in the first place –

     life between life and death looks the

          same now that death is defeated.

We live in the meantime and wonder

     what was that all about? That dark Friday

     that lonely Saturday that empty full Sunday

          what was that all about – and… is?

In the mean time in between time lean time

     time so thin so fragile that you can

     almost see through it to times beyond

          time seen only though closed eyes.

So used to seeing time inside out that

     when it finally is turned rightside

     up we are disoriented in the same

          place familiar but… not.

Like we will be here or somewhere like this

     then more than we are now or were more

     than time allows – invites – embraces

          made open handed by open grave.

And now we find true what we probably should

     have known in the first place –

     that was about all – known loved life

          and its only chance for redemption.