When it rains
and
the window
gets
covered
a bit like
liquid
ivy
it is harder to see outside
When the curtains
are
drawn
and there
is
just a sliver
you
can
see
through
it’s akin
to life
itself
Nothing is ever clear
everything
is
murky
and
ambiguous
But
when
he came to the front door
wearing
a heavy
coat
holding an umbrella
he
was
as clear as could be
He knew exactly
where he was
why he was
there
and
what he had to do
“We are here
to
pick up
the
body,
we
are
so sorry
for
your loss…”
I envy
clarity
They took my dad
away
in an exquisit
velvet
bag
They were respectful
They had a gurney
“Sun is coming tomorrow,
will be nicer tomorrow”
he assured me
I closed the door
went
back
and
sat down
in the living room
the living room
Never had thought
of any
irony
there
until now
By the way
it was not sunny the next day
or
the day
after
that
A friend came
over
turned on
a bunch of lights
and shouted:
“What the hell are you doing,
all the curtains
are closed,
what the hell is going on?”
I told him
tomorrow
will be sunny
not to worry
He looked at me
and
shook
his
head
“You need to go outside,
you
need
to
remember
there
is a world out there!”
So I did
I went outside
I went all the way
to
the
sidewalk
The rain pelted me
soaked through
my clothes
I walked back
into the house
shivering
“You should have
waited
until the storm cleared…”
“You mean tomorrow?”