You focus on living.
That is all that can be done today.

To thrive?
That is a hefty ambition
for a time less tragic.



You are reduced to the unbearable.

You had more than deafening pain to your name
in lifetimes long gone,
in a dream you vaguely recall
(or perhaps it recalls you.)

Strange, how your smile lines were more prominent
before youth escaped your laugh.
The creases they see
now bear witness to the formidable age
you cannot outpace.

Just once, I want you to know of the blissful rest
that a good night’s sleep can offer.