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.
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.