Endings

I can’t sleep
I’m lonely
And I’m scared

Scared of what?

Death

After all
What else is there to fear?
Everything else you can breathe through

But death

Is when the breath stops

The end.


[12 December 06]

Stop!

Dewdrops in a spider’s web.
The morning sun.

I search for something to say,
Something clever: metaphorical!
I search for something to grasp,
Something smart: ontological!

But wait!

Dewdrops in a spider’s web.
The morning sun.

What more need be said?


[13 October 2006]