August 15 redux

August 15

The minister is speaking

and all gathered are

hanging

on his words of comfort.

I, on the other hand,

am more concerned with

the insects-

grasshoppers, crickets, bees,

and others-

all singing of life.

It seems to me

they are singing a song

praising the one we all

are gathered to honor,

even as we mourn

her passing.

I hear the pastor's words

and I understand them,

even agree with them

(mostly,

but that's my issue,

not his)

and

I appreciate his efforts.

I thank him, after the

ceremony

is complete.

Everyone is gone.

I give my thanks

to the insects,

for their role

in this ritual.

Ashes will be spread

on the shore tonight

at sunset.

I will listen then, as well

for nature's song.

Goodbye, my darling.

© Ivar G. Anderson 2011