(Life was looking out the window at the sunrise.)
I was sitting in my room, worrying.
Death came in and sat next to me.
I moved away.
(Life walked out and spoke to the neighbor.)
Death scooted closer.
I started to sweat, tried not to stare at him.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, by mistake.
“We are,” he said. “Both of us.
Don’t take us so seriously.”
“What, then?” I asked.
He looked out the window.
(Life squatted in the garden looking at a bug.)
He didn’t say a word, just got quiet
April 20, 2020