And in the final happen-stance turning
of our lives
Is it true to say that we wheel
without aim
direction
or destination?
That we come upon our end
Of a sudden
And in that moment are granted a clarity
Of vision that
Having come earlier
Would have allowed
A greater circuity to our path
In one moment of light
We would see all possibility of
Course
And path
Of way to make our
Way through
Allowing for time to view the sights
That will remain unseen
We pass from our own memory into that
Of others
Some friend
Enemy
Or lover’s
There to whither
To rot
See time pass by
And finally be left to die
Our peace is long coming
But now here
Is eternal
Like our now silent slumber
Stilled of dream
Regret
No more to fear to pull us under
We rest now
Long silent
Sleep easy
For passed are we
Soon the past to be