what does the world owe you?
sleepy one, restless under goose down and lavender
do you wish for a rainsoaked sportspage to protect your sleeping face?
hungry one, how will the gifting gods please you?
you, backing away from a holiday pheasant, roasted, plum sauce soaked
do you need a plum to cheer you, half eaten, discarded wrapped in napkins? would that satisfy?
you are offered every day, the light, the air, that red bird, that neighbor’s cat and more
you are offered every day, those branches, that water, a path to walk and shoes to make the walking better
you are offered, you decline, your nose tilts up, face arches away
it isn’t much, you say, you want to see the world
blind to the world before you
for all you are given, your heart burns for better, much, more
cherished one, be grateful
one day the wind will rise and the sun will die and the flowers will crumble away
even now, the great ball of burning slinks into the shadowing woods and a cold breath of autumn bears down
weighted like a rainsoaked woolen cloak draped over your soul
and you are missing all the gifts in the world, because you waited for the world
to give you more
Hospice People 