Interment

Interment I sat by the window trying to catch sunbeam, when a man in a black suit, that hung loose on his skinny frame, walked past and I saw him disappear where the sandy road ends and the olive grove begins. For reason unknown to me he cried, tears rolled to the lane like a broken pearl necklace I sat by the window trying to catch a sunbeam when he returned pulling a an open coffin with a solid handle and four suitcase wheels; in it a woman, in her best nightdress sat, darning wooly socks. The man looked at me shrugged his scraggy shoulders as to say: a wife´s work is never done. I sat by the window, had caught a tiny sunbeam held in my hand when the black suited returned pulling the same coffin, its lid was held in place by ropes. I opened my hand released the trapped sunbeam, the vista of grief vanished and the day was bright and sunny.