Inevitably

Do not talk to me of fear of death

for it comes inevitably

It gathers us up

and leaves us on a strange porch

Orphans in a basket waiting

to be welcomed into another home

I do not dread its coming

I leave my door ajar

Ready for this new adventure

I hope I’ve packed enough

So I may catch up with friends and family

and not have to walk alone or stumble in the dark

3-8-25