The timing couldn’t have been worse.
A stopover one time zone west
three hours of a 27 hour flight
not returning, is not sufficiently difficult
no complexity of visa, schedule or expense.
The funeral director is not impatient
Wednesday is suitable. Today is Sunday.
In church the numbers are gratifying.
Expectation and dread
probability knew a crowd unlikely
cringe prepared for echoes of space.
After the last hymn and burial
memories bubble in flat sunshine.
last stand for sexism’s etiquette
men drink beer and whisky
women tea and coffee.
Later when guests are no longer
the inheritors of this earth
walk around house and farm.
Just as fleshy becomes flab then fat
what was routine
slows to effort
labouring to impossible.
The makings of strain.
Little things that were once
done too soon and too often
are still waiting.
The timing couldn’t have been better.
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