Another Piece Put in Place

Thoughts wander up and down the green
And flowered tapestry of mind,
Just looking for a place to rest

That isn’t imaginary,
That lets thoughts sleep
Without nightmares, to wake refreshed,

A pleasant bit of living done,
As part of getting dying done,
At a steep cost to no one. Yes!

Dying’s part of living and not
Always the hardest part, although
Likely never the easiest.

There’s maybe not so much to dread
From dying, then, and certainly
Nothing at all from being dead.

Its possible for much of it
To be completed peacefully,
Sun on your chest a few moments,

The afternoon accomplishing
What it can’t help but accomplish,
Your thoughts, for now, in sync with it.

See? There, you go—another hour,
Another shift in the shifting
Natural light of the planet,

Tucking away a little bit
Of what you, like the light, can’t stop,
Can’t help, can’t—and yet will—finish.