Not Blame Your Pleasure
Because vision limits options, I close my eyes.
Becoming urges patience.
The morning after I didn’t die, I took breakfast in bed.
Arrival stamps the difference between waiting and choice.
Expectation, too, extends its squeeze, rendering sleep impossible.
I ride the bike and go nowhere, or walk steadily, covering the same ground.
Which will claim me first? An occlusion, gravity or unchecked growth?
Anticipation replaces one sigh with another: I have three falls from two roofs.
A friend has named me executor of his estate, and now the race is on.
The path to the void seems straight only near its end.
My ashes will one day soil someone’s morning.
“Not Blame Your Pleasure” first appeared here in November 2015.
O at the Edges 
Three falls from two roofs … that should suffice for one lifetime! Does put you in good company. Verlon Thompson (sang with Guy Clark for years) tells a great story about falling off his roof … Guy visited, typically nonverbal until finally declaring: “You didn’t trust your cape!”
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These days I avoid roofs. I may be a slow learner, but…
Maybe I should try wearing a cape!
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Well put. Lots of very good analogies.
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Thanks very much!
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