Soliloquy
Once you
finish your coffin
you knock
on wood and wait
for a
knock at the door.
Or for
the dog to come back
from his
amorous night abroad.
Twice a
day the tide comes in.
Its rip beats
a swift retreat
at the close
of the third act
you watch
all your life after
the
curtain is drawn. The lines
you thought
you knew by heart,
you
forget and have to ad lib.
Maybe
your lines will be better.
Maybe no
one will notice
your exit
left, the heroine still
on stage for
her soliloquy.
—Donnell
Hunter
24 February 2012
donny, our ad lib lines will be even better than the memorized text. You are the only person I know [besides myself] who faces death with deep spiritual confidence. The coffin, like your life--a work of art, dear soul.
ReplyDeleteThe coffin is beautiful. Sure hope you don't have to use it anytime soon, though. :) I loved your poem. XOXO
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