Providence

Six new residents in the cemetery
The snow enjoys new rocks to fall upon
I meet you laughing — you’re hurdling gravestones
Hands touch and there are no tears
There are no tears, there are no tears
Socks climb a marble staircase
History reads quietly in empty rooms
We run, fully grown, through hallways
Yesterday watches you smile
Watches you smile, watches you smile
And every word is providence
Every word is providence
A kitten, black and white, in the compost
Vacancy in the chapel balcony
Trees stubbornly grow in the orchard;
Nobody knows their names
Knows their names, knows their names
Gray skies whisper the psalter
Saintly lives unintentional
Providential embraces shared
In plurality, memories fade
Memories fade, memories fade
And every word is providence
Every word is providence
Providentially they recall faces from the darkness
Names, lives, relations that no one is quite sure of
Sure of
There are no tears, there are no tears
There are no tears
There are no tears, there are no tears
There are no tears
There are no tears, there are no tears
There are no tears