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*I don't know what God is. I don't know what death is. But I believe they have between them some fervent and necessary arrangement.* ~ Mary Oliver

Why is it In the dead of night Everything seems desolate?
The Moon ascends to cold heights And I, a ragged sky Filled with dark kisses... Lie abandoned by you. I need to hear your voice To remind me, Reassure me I’m even still alive.
This is the curse Lying awake in bed You get to love solitude See the Moon rise and set, And time to watch it trace The window square Across the wall In silent grace.
Is life a gift Or a death sentence? As Ibsen says, We live a life-lie, Putting off the inevitable To some undefined future time; It makes the threat less credible.
But one day we’ll be swept away Like the bitter day We went to watch the waves And the wind took Your red cap and mittens Blew them into the sea… That will happen to you and me
I don’t know why but Love seems eternal— Maybe because it’s not physical, Even when you’re dead, The heart's not an organ But a whisper in your head
And that’s the way to leave: Without tears or shouts Pass suddenly Like wooly mammoths Unknowing, and Flash frozen… Buttercups in their mouths.

© 2018, John J Geddes. All rights reserved

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