Too Much

I walked
in contrast to the absolute stillness around me.

And the grief set in with the lone church, the empty streets,
a vacant parking lot.

It came then — the fear. Worry.
All.
Of.
It.

Because it’s there, and it’s beautiful
in all its rocky tenderness.

We all have it.
We’re knowing it far too well.

So there I was, among the lonely town that once bustled
and is now very bruised.

I’ve always enjoyed the quiet. But this.
Tonight this is too much.