morning song
Got the tender-hearted, quick-to-tears, far-seeing eyes of a mortal this morning. I wonder if we are the only species on earth aware that we will die? Either way, when faced with the illness and possibly near parting of a loved one, life's raw. Samwell says, stone-to-bone. He says, This is the worst thing I can imagine and it happens to everyone. Yes, true.
How do I live, knowing I am dieing?
Yesterday, I vacuumed everything. Even the ceiling. Then I had tea with one, then another old woman. I watched her spin. She has old wounds on her cheeks and her skin feels cool and supple. I took the wool between my fingers, beat the rhythm with my foot, and remembered to breath.
Today, I will drive carefully to Waldorf. I will stand at the window with their pillows and stuffies in my hands and I will think about their bright, vivid burning--even this sharp life will go.
Is it so hard to see because it is so true?
K
How do I live, knowing I am dieing?
Yesterday, I vacuumed everything. Even the ceiling. Then I had tea with one, then another old woman. I watched her spin. She has old wounds on her cheeks and her skin feels cool and supple. I took the wool between my fingers, beat the rhythm with my foot, and remembered to breath.
Today, I will drive carefully to Waldorf. I will stand at the window with their pillows and stuffies in my hands and I will think about their bright, vivid burning--even this sharp life will go.
Is it so hard to see because it is so true?
K
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