I have seen my death
a thousand times
steel, concrete, razor
blades, iron
in cold dreams in
darkness
in light
chilled to the
bone I have felt…good…strong
and
happy… yes, happy.
I saw;
I know where and
when…I think
I know
and it’s not
tomorrow or
tomorrow’s tomorrow
but
later…or I don’t know
(it was a dream)
but
I don’t care
there is so much
going on…living
lightning and thunder
leaves, sky, smiles…
dirt on bruised knees
flash of a
grin
six years old
so much
left, so much
to go.
The world so huge so beyond
thought…and
fitting in the palm
of a
hand.
Having seen it
felt it
smelled the coppery
red life…leave;
I know
I am
alive.