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


From the child’s hand

What redolence

Seeps in

To fluff the pillows at night

Got no time

For that


I’m too busy

Over here

Taking care of my own