Lately, I’ve been living
Like a cancer patient
With a terminal diagnosis
As though
Everything were on
Borrowed time
Eat the chocolate
Take the walk
Call the friend
Go to the protest
Smell the rosemary
Write the bad poetry
Take the risk
Ask for the thing I want
Not shy away from the fight
What if these
Are the end times
What fear floats away
Like the dandelion
Blown
From the child’s hand
What redolence
Seeps in
To fluff the pillows at night
Got no time
For that
Stuff
I’m too busy
Over here
Taking care of my own