On some distant day
Will I perish or just succumb?
My core as fragile as dry membrane
Do I drift with the tide out beyond hearing
Past searching range?
Instead, am I wrapped in family
As they recount our shared history
While the lights go out room by room?
We pray it will be soft no sharp edges.
Accepting the better job just before being summarily fired.
Resolution in the cadence without dissonance.
A final glass of the finest Scotch.
The moment is here to pause
A fallen eyelash poised to vanish
A tear stain on a cotton pillow drying
Revisiting the dreams long abandoned.
Contemplation in watching change
Like the patterns of the wind on the water,
Not clinging to dust
The sandy valley of that distant day.