The Grass Still Grows...

It’s only been days,
but the grass still grows.
I wonder if it knows…

The grass still grows,
The water still flows,
The cars still go,
The pendulum moves to and fro.
Surely they know?

From a bench I watch the snow,
And wonder does it know.
The people who walk in the snow,
Surely they must know.
Only imbeciles walk in the snow.
What’s so important that they must go?
If only they would look at me they would know.

Still…
Can’t they be still?
I curse this perpetual motion.
It’s like a swaying ocean
Tossing me about…
I begin to shout!
But no one hears me.

Still…
Grass grows,
People walk,
And I see red.
Don’t they know my sister’s dead?

March breezes begin to blow.
April rains gently flow.
Spring forth color from flowers show.
I wonder do they know.

Still…
Grass grows,
People walk,
And I see red.
Don’t they know my sister’s dead?

The grass still grows,
The water still flows,
The cars still go,
The pendulum moves to and fro.
How was I to know?

Still…
They can’t be still.
How would I heal…
If all remained still.

Poem by Bernie Rosage Jr.
Copyright 2011
6-29-2011