Heaven is never what you expect

6/13/2024 out into the sun

Walking through a cemetery this morning — listening to a random Spotify playlist — as is our wont — took this picture stunned she was only 15 — and was grooving on the music — so stopped and looked at what was playing:

Under the bright sun on my dirty phone — the resemblance was uncanny — now seeing it clearly the stomach roil paranoia was not quite what I expected — it rarely is — and when it is — those stories are gratifying

Heaven is never what you expected
Con/Jur/d, 6/13/2024

The gopher runs
dodges under the hedge
as we walk up the cemetery
hill, under full sun, she looks
back as if to say, what did you

expect

here in this pampered park
lawns freshly cut, sprinkled
with tasteful floral
arrangement

iconographic 

tombstones, with crosses
saints, tons of granite 
concrete

reliquaries

for the forgotten, the grave 
diggers always have a smile
and a nod, while undertakers
never make any 
roof

jokes

this perverted promise
of life after, seems
to grow more
hollow the closer
we get; note the 
squatting statue
on the mausoleum
roof, robes hiked
up, ankles showing
hopefully those
left behind, saw how
funny it was, holding off
the ever present 

now

with faith on the same
again after and after 
and after a shaggy
dog story without

end. 

As I was finishing up — the song below started playing:

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 6/13/2024