I will be sifting through lentils for stones

letting them run between my fingers

then just as casually I drift away, gone

I will be walking across the neighboring field

stopping with interest to observe a fiery leaf

then without warning crumple myself, stilled

I will be sitting in some hard plastic chair

waiting to be seen in a nondescript room

then silently take one last labored breath, no more

no loud and wild passage

a quiet step beyond

unremarkable and unremarked

unnoticed except by a few