Expectancy

A slip, a fall, a train passing

Photo by David Bruyndonckx on Unsplash

Death expectantcy sits, pre-worry, the edge,
Some great fall while winter walking on ice,
That certain view of slick terrain, slight glint
Of light in the amber sun, a pre-instant flash
Of sudden side step, quick prayer, curse, and fall.

All that like the train whistle in the distance,
The rumbling of wheels, the great approach,
And then the passing-by, diminishing, silent,
Some rent in the night, open, now sewn back.
Temporary only, it’s all only just a flash, only that.

A slip, a fall, a train passing — participant, witness,
The whole shebang some finger snap of time,
It all passes, transitions, evolves, or devolves,
The train whistles past; stand up, dust off, move on.

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Zay Pareltheon