Where You Aren't

I suppose
you're laughing your bony ass
off
up there
laughing at our small lives
our petty anxieties
our desperate clinging
to your loss

It's all about us
now, I suppose
our loss
our grief
our self-indulgence
remembering how
you weren't and where
you aren't

I'll join you
soon enough
and have a laugh,
play a hand of pitch
and drink beer
on some celestial porch, watching
the sun set
and admiring
the livestock
at the dimming
of the day

I can wait.