Just Another Day Before the End of the World

© 2013 Rob Krabbe, Noon At Night Publications

I checked the obituary,

and since I’m not listed,

I made coffee.

I woke to a wonderful

mutating perspective.

Death used to run from me,

but I don’t chase it anymore.

I am ambiguous about it.

 

Some day it will chase me,

Except that I won’t run.

I’m not brave.

I’m not fool hearty.

I’m a man, addicted to hope.

When this life is ended;

that moment,

or this moment;

my last thought

will be of,

what wonders,

. . . what glory lay

beyond the next horizon.

Then I’ll make coffee.