At the Baptist Funeral
The congregation sways, claps. The choir’s robes shimmer, golden waves of grace. Dazzling. Angkor Wat at high noon. And I’ve imagined such a moment my entire life. What it would be like to swim with this tide, to take part in its monumental flow. Twenty thousand leagues away from my norm, from my terra form as a jutting jetty. A lonely niplet of loam gasping for air beneath an avalanche […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 