Grief flew through the hollow cross

For anyone whose faith is ratified by
big churches, large congregations, massive crosses
this narrow wire one offers little consolation.

From certain angles
it isn’t even a cross but a thin green line
hovering over crisp new flowers.
Sunlight and grasshoppers pass through it,
flowing freely toward the ether.
Grief takes its turn
rippling the sky as it passes through.

Maybe a solid cross could have frozen the flight.

US 67/90
Presidio County, Texas