Vigil

To keep vigil

Is to reside in the land of now,

In sitting beside the birthing of death

The luxury of one’s almost infinite laters

Makes itself as apparent as mortality.

All I need to do is be present

To hold a spotted hand, so soft,

To smooth a furled, cooling, brow,

Until the present becomes the past.

I can do the dishes then.

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