

Northampton, Rainy Day
Alone, gazing out onto the gray streets of Northampton
Beneath the green awning of the coffee shop.


Brian and I rode down from the Kangamangus Highway
Fearless, self-confident and finally soaked
The thunderstorm overtaking us as we rode in the wake of a tracker trailer
My gearshift broken and Brian with only half a tent
We seek dry shelter by the roadside.
Today, I skirt billowing cumulonimbus in Monterey
Sedate, the Berkshires roll gently on through Tyringham
I pass telephone poles festooned with U.S. flags
Among these verdant hills.
The lone mourner stood, singular against the gray of sky and hills.
A sea of graves, askew with time, now stained by rivulets of gentle rain.
There was no hope here, only the inaudible whispers of a single soul against the enormity of the certain void; the absolute emptiness.