How much sadness could one know
she wondered
kicking idly at the drifts
someone answered
perhaps me
that love had yet to come their way
and they had had their fill
of mute and barren days
she nodded and allowed that
the shine had mostly gone off things.
We walked on.
Tired of being confined to
such obscure, ordinary souls
our hearts took wing and
punched through grief-tinged clouds
seeking solace in some new Calvary.
Painting by R. Waiksnis