A Meditation on Holy Saturday

    Yesterday’s jagged thunder and lightning fled but the wind remained, and it was cruel. I tried to find my way to the tomb and to silence from unnecessary words.
    Stumbling down broken steps
    through susurrant pines
    and buildings with blackout security precautions
    and private property cameras.
    I heard screaming ambulance sirens
    on hidden highways.
    I smelled marijuana.
    I walked by braying dogs at cemetery gates and death and Hades followed.
    I tried to find my way to the tomb and to silence.