On the one hand
Living and dying are a continuum.
You can’t have one without the other.
And there is a point where
things change.
It is identifiable
or not, depending
on circumstances
I’ve crossed over.
I’m dying.
I feel it in my bones,
In my heart.
There is an intimacy to it
As I work to share it
with those I am closest to.
There is a sadness
that is beautiful.
May 31, 2023