My father just died. I wrote this in anticipation of his death. I won’t be online for a week or so. I hope everyone stays well. God bless.
Of time, indeed, to offer up so much to idle endeavors with nothing left up your sleeve
Like a magician with a faulty gag running out of cocktails to consume
Of double duty nurses in an emergency room to protest as water to run the falls dries by dawn
Of make-believe to summon a scourge of courage and rally the foes of technology
Of sunshine in a seventies paneled room enticing all inhabitants to hibernate until the first glimmer from the rising day.
Of darkness in the Alaskan wilderness where the light subsists and pries sleeping eyes to never relieve in slumber
Of patience toward an autistic child capable of more
Of character to fight against corruption
Of desire to do something great and a willingness to relate
Of oxygen and dying air, the last puff goes in and no more will follow into the hollow where my friend once lived.