Holy Saturday (10/15/2017)

I walked the trail by my house
on the day between being with you
and returning to you.

It began to rain and the gaps
between the trees were wide
It was early Spring 

And so I was startled by
a wild turkey. 
To come so near
this skittish creature.

You always delighted to see them in the fields 
you always spotted them before me.

Did this mean something
or nothing?
I don’t remember 
Though it stared back at me like
a prophet.

I came upon
a non-Evergreen tree filled with
Christmas ornaments

 I plucked one 
holding the points against the tenderness
of my palm
anticipating Christmas coming
without you.

When I arrived at church
I served myself communion
having missed Good Friday
traveling from you.

It was quiet in the church and empty.
But it was not cold.