910 It’s only like dying 05-28-2020

Through the big bay window in my bedroom,
sun-light shimmers,
filtered through gauzy cotton curtains
onto window seat cushions.
Through my west-east-south facing
back bedroom bay window
rainbows float across the berber carpet,
climb to my bed,
bathe me in techno-color dots,
a geometry of hues.

Still,
midst all this light,
the sun is always setting west,
below the tree line,
and soon only shadows show,
flow across the lawn
to the big bay window of my bedroom,
(where the east rising sun
has only always ever brought me morning.)
Now, only shadows show
on the darkening carpet,
seeping up to where my blanket covers me.
I feel the heavy weighted doze
wash over me.
My eyes close.
Restless-tossing-waiting done.
Sleep has come.
Another sun’s uncertain.
All is night.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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