or tomorrow's full moon
next Tuesday or whenever death’s
frozen fingers carries me away
let me hold on to this
late life contentment
it clearly moves inside out
through the pass-through
of a heart comfortably open
vulnerable upbeat
I refill my glass
with each new moment
and drink myself silly
it’s after our final breath that we meet the Mystery face to face hopefully a greeting of open arms a sweet upturn of the wrists maybe a shrug of the shoulders but why worry about inevitability? what
Inevitably cracks develop in even comfortable lives which expose a windy abyss that shuffles the pages of one’s tidy existence takes the trusted guns of cause and effect blindfolds and drops them over