Journey’s End
So – it lasted long enough to walk me through
But short enough to bid adieu to life with threat
Of imminent death, and terror of alone in it –
Enough for me to see inside a
System as the scourge for whom their
Case is just outside of the normal
Range of expectation.I did it once – I’ve ‘senior’ been, though much more
Distant to the scene they walked – it being
Much harder to pull off an age-gap
Walked than illness got with ‘inside
Views’ to better aid those folk
Whose road the fates have
Made to be their path
From life to death’s destruction.I did not choose to walk this way – to get
A view to up my say in treatment or
Equipping tool, nor did I ask that it be gone
As sudden now, a terror’s song , fast fading in
The midst of time as life returns – I open up
Like flower bud, and time’s horizon pushes through
Tight time constraints to life with you.But whether with intent we walk another’s trail
We find our talk reflects our journey through some
Hell regardless if it comes out well – and
Others too, who’ve lived with us are
Touched forever with the dust brushed
From our clay as they walked
By out sides – oft helpless –
They reside outside the
Pale of desperate fight
With self in face
Of life's withdrawn light.‘The Bucket List’ came out that week, where two
Old men together seek to taste together life’s
Sweet savor before they face its dying
Hour – I wonder what the plot
Would be if by some fluke
Of life’s decree, the one most sick had pulled on through
To live ten years like me and you – what
Thoughts of sickness left behind as those still
Caught fade fast from mind, now
Challenges of life surge up
Demanding strong response from us.Our lives diverged this season past, though end point
Now returns at last, but even in this
Quavering view with health or illness
Far from sure, they still diverge, perspectives
Riven by past events and hopes of
Living as though a dream its
Been – some horror flick
Of film on screen.As through it all, ‘conform’ they said, ‘fall into line’,
‘It’s in your head’, so now I hear familiar
Line, “deny your journey, link with mine’
Which all sounds good except the
Fact of nine long months upon
A rack of inward journey – though
I’m back as though it never was my track
Of life constricting in on me, the less of
You each day to see – incision scar
Is seen quite plain – while inward
Impacts we retain.I love the freeway’s weaving roads which slow
Divide, or merge, to close together folks
Whose destinies are grouped together at
High speed – if exit’s missed it’s
Just delay, for as in life another
Way exists ahead to come
On back and join the
Other on our track.But sometimes as we journey through events unfold
For me and you which question choice
Of destiny, as now ‘one venture
Still for us’ which ended sudden
In that fuss, emerges once
Again as fun, e’re
This vacation-season’s done.navigation