April 16, 2021
Photo by Bill Smith
Rewriting Loss
by Sherry Kappel
The hills and valleys glisten, pristine
Almost as if we never existed
Chairs sitting empty
Our presence hollow footprints
Two thousand twenty, twenty one
Too much of life unsaid undone
We sway in the winds of eternity
Chairs sitting empty
So often we dazzle like effulgent snow
Our corporeality fleeting and yet
A blanket, comfort for those before us
Foundation for those who follow
Our chairs are not so much empty
We’re simply making space