An Alternate Reality

Archive for May, 2018

Grief

I need dry kindling
to light my heart’s joy again
not this tear-soaked stick

Departure

for my brother Eric

Fairy lights flicker and Venus shines bright
The anxious soul speeding off ahead of time

He stops, looks back, smiles and waves
and I, astonished, wave farewell

Death, in the Rear View Mirror

How close is death to any of us?
A thyroid storm away?
A lung infection?
A train?

Are we always prepared…or ever?
Are we reconciled?
Are we loved?
Do we love?

Death, in the rear view mirror,
is closer than we think.