Light Leaving, by Tricia Marcella Cimera

The Vale of Rest, by Sir John Everett Millais (Britain), 1858.

           
Light Leaving

            Who is this for? 
The question 
is always the same
from every person 
approaching the grave
being silently dug as 
the light is leaving the sky.
The answer 
is always the same
from the nun 
with the folded hands,
although her face changes
for every person.
Sometimes she is their
mother, sometimes not;
she is always someone
they once knew.  
She replies,
              It’s almost finished.

Tricia Marcella Cimera

This poem was written as part of the 20 Poem Challenge.

Tricia Marcella Cimera will forever be an obsessed reader and lover of words. Look for her work in these diverse places: Buddhist Poetry Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Foliate Oak, Fox Adoption, Hedgerow, I Am Not A Silent Poet, Mad Swirl, Silver Birch Press, Stepping Stones, Yellow Chair Review, and elsewhere.  She has a micro collection of water-themed poems called THE SEA AND A RIVER on the Origami Poems Project website.  Tricia believes there’s no place like her own backyard and has traveled the world (including Graceland).  She lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois / in a town called St. Charles / by a river named Fox.