Party of One

Go Dog Go Café

And I beg of you, what is theshape of the journey
When death comes calling, pleading, greeting us
in the thin place between what’s real and what isn’t.

Is death round as a wispy dandelion, blowing
away in a gentle breeze, happy and carefree?

Or is it square, where everywhere you venture,
you find yourself in a corner
With no way back to here ~ where you once were?

Is it an eternal spiral and you are
forever spinning, re-living gossamer memories
of breathing, feeling, and being alive?

In the end, is it nothing
but an empty lonely table set for a party of one?

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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