This is what I see
When I greet the day
Ever changing canvas of sky and earth
Every texture, every color and every way
I am blessed with a new rendering of Vista or Plains
A new acrylic of mountains, an air brush of rain
I’ve beheld blue snowflakes fall from a gray sky
I’ve seen green cactus thrive amongst the arid and dry
I’ve seen city traffic stop for a gaggle of geese
Road rage absent, only patience and ease.
The light goes from red to green as the gaggle waddles by
No angry horns or gestures or vulgar cries
But today… I saw that the sky was crying…
I stood in the median and held The Flag up high as I watched the funeral possession for a 19 year old hero pass by.
I stood there in the tears as the rain filled my eyes
Crying for a boy
A strangers son that had died
My canvas is gray now
I need to be alone
As the days light leaves us behind
It leads a young soldier home
I hope we see the morrow and keep our thoughts for this child…
No longer watching his canvas
No longer…. At all.
I will cry more tonight, and Thank God that my children are safe.
It was a funeral procession for a 19 year old Marine medic that was killed in Afghanistan.
He graduated high school last May, got married the following spring before deploying.
There must have been 1000 police, fire and emergency vehicles in that line I saw today.
I parked my truck on the shoulder of the interstate as they passed by on the other side.
Lights flashing, sirens wail
There were other people parked, standing on the overpasses and bridges with flags, signs and salutes.
I was moved enough to take my flag out of the truck.
I stood in the middle of an interstate, on the outskirts of Portland, Oregon in the rain…
Waving my flag as the hearse went by…
I lost it.
I don’t know what got me to start crying…..
I saluted the hearse….
In the tears as the rain filled my eyes