comforting coincidence

sometimes the rain deepens

my sorrow

as though the earth pain

at my loss

but more often not

mere happenstance

and then my friend

quoted Einstein: ‘coincidence

is God’s way of remaining

anonymous’

bereft

the ache of old friends dying

surrounded by love and family

how can we console young men

who have watched comrades

torn apart in distant battles

and pretend they should return

to ‘normal’ without our understanding