Kaleidoscope by June Stepansky - HTML preview

CONTEMPLATION

It is time to sit quietly

and think about death.

I will choose a sunny day

filled with fragrances,

and think,

not of what comes after,

that eternal enigma,

but of the leaving

of human embraces,

of the demise of the senses,

taste, sound, touch, sight,

the lavish gifts of being alive.

Death has always been

sitting outside my door,

but now,

I can sometimes hear

his soft knocking.