You passed away yesterday
Leaving a clean slate
And the feint trace, of warmth
Departing from hospice sheets
That held you in an open secret
For dignity to win that ‘fixed’ race
To the edge of darkness, then
Acceptance in sleep
Peeling away. All loss. All gain.
Re-calibrated
Everything now beyond recrimination
So swim now
Free from the tug of predatory tides
As if now is just imagination
Some superimposition
A victory for the nebulous thought
Over some brutal facts
Sit heavy, brooding in half-filled silence
Thud. The blood densely coursing
Thoughts haltingly coherent
Fragments at some barrier
Looking for lucid
And church bells chime
It is Sunday
Does that bring clarity?