Where have they gone?
Many heads have turned away
and do not turn back.
I see visions of my husband whose blinding light
scatters the shadows but does not bring anyone back.
I recall the past but it seldom hearkens
to me only with fuzzy tongues and slits of light.
Understanding is damp and fretful as I step forward.
Looking ahead and back at the same time.
Wondering when the disappearances will end.
Is it now or later, so many dead.
So many thoughts reaching out just beyond my heart
tickling my hand and flying with the birds who used to
see us here.
Even they search and cry lonely cries
wondering if this is all and where will
we be tomorrow ? Cast a look
over your eastward shoulder and remember
yesterday and be alone no more.