“You’ll join us someday.”

Over the garden wall

I leaped with confidence

Backed by friends

Who have been where I am

And at dark before day

In twenty minutes

After three diced hopias

A controlled lust for milk

And washing little things

My steady-hazy mind

Wandered

Staggered

Stumbled

And came upon the truth

Or what seemed like it

Mortality is feared not

As much as one’s grasp

Of how the end should be

Skeletons as o’-lanterns

Taught me what I must

Remember if I am to face

One more day after dark.


I shall now get back to washing more little things.

“You’ll join us someday.”