The great slowdown, begun
No cicadas to calm the rib-cage
The disarray, manifesting.
The heat comes to dry out the remnants
Of a life, long-lived.
I knew this.
As deficits deepen
The compass strains to steady
Where that fuck is the answer
To calm concern?
I know, I do know, Oh how I know.
The rummage of MORE diving lower
We are not designed for forever
Bones know when tendons are through
The resistance towards final change
Lessening. And I feel it.
I feel him loosening
His grip. His fatigue. His need for rest.
I am here now to soften transitions
In any way I am able.
My Gibraltar
Anchored as the greatest Sailor
My life has known.
The Good Lord knew that to be born to him
I would pack in his strength
To live creatively, by self-propelled design.
The gift of DNA
Perpetuating.
Life unlimited, for all we can carry
I load the stock, as I do, by default.
That hammer and nail still needs building.
I loathe the goodbye that is headed my way.
I will never be ready.
Still, I understand.
