If I had to choose between being the
birth giver or the grave digger I would
choose the latter.
Not because I cannot imagine the miracle
but because I cannot stand the brevity
of the moments where new life breaths
clean hospital air and cries for the first.
No, I cannot stand waiting
a lifetime- can you fathom it?
I hesitate to dip my toes into the shallow pool of life
To feel the cool waters (((ripple outward)))
Touching everything around me
To feel the ripples of ))) lovers and friends(((
To be truly alive
Only to fade into the void?
No- let me be there only at the end-with flowers
I will caress your headstone with dirt caked fingers
and we will be closer than the dirt and the rain.
Our greetings are fleeting,
but our goodbye is forever
and there lies the real miracle of life.