I am watching them from a distance. Although it’s the first time I see them, I know that they are the HEROES With whom he went to dive. They know I was his girlfriend, And now, it is his funeral.
We are at the cemetery, walking towards his grave. Hard gravel crunches beneath my feet. The place is crowded but I can’t see anybody. He is lying there on a stretcher. A white sheet covers his naked body. “I love you so much”, I say out loud. Can anyone hear me now?
I look at the HEROES again, They look back at me with fixed motionless gazes. I try to decipher their sphinx-like faces: What is the mysterious charm that made him follow them? Or was it the deep Blue Hole that made him blind?
I see his two childhood friends hugging each other. One whispers, “Why didn't I tell him that I loved him?” I can't close my eyes.
I am standing in front of the fresh tombstone, And read his words carved in the black marble: “The difference between knowing and understanding – Is like the difference between heaven and earth” I can’t feel anything.
I focus my eyes on the narrow black spaces, The words disappear – Between the white letters I see a reflection, my head swirls, From the polished stone a HERO looks back at me.
A series digitally edited photographs of plaster sculptures and text. 2005
© Image & text Efrat Zehavi 2021