A Dominate Theme*

As I age

I grow more familiar

With loss.

The departure of family

And friends

Into what appears

From this perspective

As a dense and impenetrable fog

Becomes  increasingly

A dominate theme.

I wonder whether tears

Is a fair measure of devotion.

You see

I no longer weep for the loss.

But I sigh.

Perhaps more is said in the sigh

That may ever be expressed in tears.

I now see I am also in the stream of time.

Soon

I will bobble toward the falls

And jet over the edge

Into the roiling mist.

When I do

Do not weep for me.

But you may sigh.

* Yesterday I lost a dear friend. Today another. Death is a formidable foe, and its wounds cut deeply. I have been doing much sighing of late.