maybe when someone dies
a new black hole opens
somewhere
in the universe
a place where the soul
can find respite in its great journey forward
beyond our understanding
out of sight of our grief
leaving behind the sounds of our sorrow
but what of our private tears
the sorrow we do not share
at an evening vigil
or at a grave site
as we mourn strangers
as those we knew
what of the sobs no one hears
who can fathom their meaning
does a black hole open
to accept those too
Barry DeCarli
January 27, 2012
Copyright 2012 Barry DeCarli
