Hallway to Nowhere

Tag: Preparation

  • Death’s Entrance (Poem)

    I consider the gateway of my death.

    It is always before me, sometimes hidden by distractions.

    There are periods I see it more clearly.

    As of late the details of its appearance become more defined,

    And the door opens widely and freely.

    When will I pass through?

    I, as with other beings, do not know this for certain.

    Each moment brings me closer.

    Let me prepare now.

    I can almost feel the latch swing under my hand

    And hear the rustle of the gravel as my foot starts over the stile.

  • Preparation (Poem)

    Interaction does not come easily.

    Every conversation takes place in a foreign language.

    I make notes beforehand,

    To remind me what to ask and how to do so.

    I practice and rehearse

    And remember past exchanges.

    This is not because I do not care.

    I make this effort precisely

    Because I care indeed.

    But I remain a foreigner in this human terrain

    And find the ground often shifts in unpredictable perplexing ways.