don’t close your weary eyes,
don’t clench your jaw,
our common imprint is all but fragility.
If (when) silence invades, appraise our life in fractions,
mosaic of instants, array of minutia…
no linchpins or milestones…
what matters are just dregs after actions.
If (when) nobody remains, I’ll be holding your hand.
So simple and pedestrian,
just to grasp the tangible…
we bear together our last fickle stand.
Thank you to Lois Collins for being such a trooper and fantastic model.