this is how it is

this is how it is

how strange to think
I’ve reached an age
of dying—
I would like it
to be different,
but this is how it is
friends, family
ill or failing,
taken, one by one—
since I don’t know
and can’t imagine
what is right or best
I hold for highest good

I wonder when
my time will come?
no chance to choose
I’d like to have a vast
and orchestrated plan
but as I age,
the more I see
there is no plan at all
each enigmatic moment
an opulent banquet—
I put my thoughts away
choose willingness
and dine on this—
unknown’s lavish spread

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

5 thoughts on “this is how it is

  1. linda

    Coming thru the turn style
    into the game
    Ticket in
    don’t know how I got it
    Ticket out comes with it
    Written in invisible ink

    Beautiful event
    Ever changing
    Some days rather want
    The Ticket out
    At least to know
    When it will end

    Glorious amazing beauty
    More than I can grasp
    Hope the Ticket out
    Reads not for a while


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