The Grotto of Our Sorrowful Mother

Corners and Edges
 
In one corner someone could be heard sobbing.
In another corner someone was being screwed.
In another corner someone was praying.
In another there was dying going on.
 
Someone somewhere was vomiting,
While someone else held her head and wept.
 
Children and adults were everywhere.
 
A lone bird sang a song somewhere
In a tree left over from purging.
A car climbed a curb searching for a parking place.
 
Sunlight didn’t care about any of this.
It just poured its light over everything equally:
The squalor and the glory,
The truth and the lies,
The deceit, the foolishness,
The longing and the grief.
 
Sue St.Michael
May 7, 2016