Last summer on Saturday Mornings I drove east on Columbia, then North on 3rd, She kneels just a bit back from the curb of the street. Arms at her side, she rocks back and forth as she balls, completely, her tears compete with the drops of rain around her. It is a cry of hopeless sadness, pain. Her eyes wide, her arms loose, her gaze at nothing in front of her. Her sobs are from what’s behind her that does not leave her.
I recognize this state, have been there.
In college, finals week.
Preoccupied with everything, paying no attention to the moment, I arrived at home, opened my car door and did not notice my cat trying to enter my car as I slammed the door.
It took her minutes to die.
I was completely, utterly destroyed.
My knees were also on the sidewalk wailing.
Her pain echoes across the worst of memories and possibilities.
I drive by her slowly, carefully, painfully, my window is open, the smell of salt water, seagulls cawing.
Diesel engine hum.
45 mins later, I drive by going the opposite direction. She is still there, tears have not stopped.
Behind her now, a middle aged man in a wheel chair eats a hot dog.
This Saturday, another woman, small in stature, reddish tone to her skin, drops her cigarette places her bottle of Dom Perignon on the ground. I notice that its about one fourth full of water.
She steps on the bus, screams Fucker!! Sits down rings the bell. I stop at the next stop. She does not get off. I pull forward, she rings the bell and yells Stop! I pull into the next stop, she ignores where we are at.
I continue my route.
She starts to yell the words from “Always and Forever”
She uses one note. Monotone.
She is angry. Yells it louder.
Then cries, leans her head on the window.
I arrive at Denny and 7th.
She steps off the bus, leans on a bench.
I continue on my route.
Behind her a couple are walking their dog, phones to their ears
Hesitate as the dog sniffs from a safe distance.
A lament or lamentation is a passionate expression of grief or sorrow.