March 29, 2013Watching Deer in a Snowstorm a Few Days After Oral Surgery…
“Why this is the easiest part, Dear, going under.”
Envying the deer’s grace, the ease
with which they recede. Never go so far
as to inquire about the afterlife. “Oh, in one percent
of one percent of all the cases, Dear,
patients go under and just keep on going and …”
What really go on forever are struggles
on earth with speech. Or recovering from them. Yet briefly,
heaven is any deer’s here in the dispensed …
“Just let go … sparkling white … That’s it …
flakes floating … That’s right, Dear …”
disappearing into snow, although not really.
Still there breathing.
from #37 - Summer 2012