How's your brother?
friend?
mom?
Cancer. Tumors. Hospice. Inoperable.
Weeks. Days. Who knows?
Life is fleeting.
for those hurting.
Let go, I tell myself
as I imagine losing
my brother, my sister,
my husband, my little boy, my little girl,
another friend or coworker or parent.
Reading my sadness,
the morning fog descends.I don't see
the bunny scampering
in front of me.
Brakes slammed.
Thoughts interrupted.
Thoughts amplified.
I sigh.
Life is fragile.
Tonight.
A text message from an old friend
with thoughts of time flying
while he misses things.
Life is flying.
The bunny lived,
still I am missing things.
For a moment
the fog lifts as
I remind myself
Life is fleeting.
Life is fragile.
Life is flying.
Coffee from a glass.
ReplyDeleteCrossword puzzle is complete.
Self worth is restored.
Thanks old friend. Did your self worth ever really come from finishing the crossword? Time is flying. Up in 5 hours.
ReplyDeleteSuch true and profound words. I feel your sadness. I feel you hopefulness. Thanks. I also love the exercise of poetry:
ReplyDeleteSo much depends upon our words,
piled high in a blog,
waiting to be read.