You can clutch at the remnants with your fingers,
you can breathe and meditate, you can rant and rave.
You can hold the hands of those closest and pray.
What will you take as the city burns, as the volcano erupts,
when your landscape is cinders and ash?
Will you have the strength to hold it all together,
when the atoms, the bees, the planets – all trying to fly apart?
In the storm of zombie apocalypse, or in the quiet of a waiting room
who are you willing to save, or lose? Are you ready yourself
to face the coming dark? We all teeter at the end, unsure of our next
steps, what awaits, a bright light or dark grave, a final blow,
the way we look at the birthday candles and say, “Make a wish.”
May dragons or angels await you.
May your memory burn like an imploding star.