Perhaps it is the not knowing
a circumstance
a press release in the evening news,
a morning alert
we all have found ourselves
recognizing the vulnerable nature
of the human condition –
oh is it death,
or simply the prolonged life
medical intervention,
that would have not extended any truths
centuries ago,
we just died,
a sort of flu,
unabated and watched,
observed and grieved.
Today, we see it in slow motion
the trip to the hospital,
the car ride,
a sudden turn
a flash of lights,
the triggers of taking a step off the edge,
and yet
there’s no time remaining
then,
afterward we know
only a memory.
There is that other real
tragedy of time,
those that wished for more
yet in their final moment
decidedly found Grace
where a soul
became such that entity
that begun a new journey
allowing the living
to pass through and step inside
a dream,
a fantasy
we cannot know
until some elegance
begins
while we do eventually
come prepared.