Imagining I am at your Door
the Door
of Death ~
for I believe our lives are fleeting
blowing feathers in a leviathan sky
covering
vast landscapes of time ~
Yet, back to Dear Death (may I call you Dear Death?)
Now, I know you are the Great Equalizer,
since no one person can escape you.
I wonder, though, are you ever curious as to why we lack the fortitude to approach you?
Do you wish someone would talk with you
without feeling an all-encompassing dread?
Do you have a support system?
A family?
Do you ever get lonely?
Do you have a pet?
Enough small talk! Here I go ~
My burning question is:
How do I finish the following sentence
while at your Dear Death Door?
“I wish I had . . .”
What . . . What? What! Done what? Okay . . .
I wish I had. . .
Climbed more mountains
alone
in silence
listening to the wind voices;
Scaled more trees
alone
in silence
listening to the branches swaying;
Stayed
more in the moment
alone
and in silence
and listening to hearts beating.
I wish I had held
more loved ones
alone
in silence and
listening;
I really, really wish I had taught
“How to be Alone in Silence”
to all my human loves;
And waged more peace
as a younger version of Fawn,
all while listening and
walking hand in hand
with silence
and love
and listening to all.
Alone.
Because
after all,
we are truly alone when we finally meet you, Dear Death.
In closing
I want to tell you
it’s been comforting and meaningful
to have this chat with you.
I thank you for your
patience and understanding.
Please accept my apology that humans
usually don’t visit with you before they
absolutely have no choice.
This, I believe, is fear-based
and not a reflection on your character.
Goodbye Dear Death ~
I will come to visit again and
perhaps we shall have tea.
Waging peace for our hearts, and yours,
Fawn
April 5, 2017 Meldrum Poetry Workshop Keystone Heights Florida
Prompt: Shel Silverstein’s “It’s Dark In Here”
Photography: Crystal Lake, Florida USA by FawnRising
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