Death Watch

blackDeath Watch. A vigil over a dying person. Waiting. Not knowing which tick of the clock brings change. Tick. This one? Tock. This one?

There are other watches. Surgery watch. That one often brings good news. One can be hopeful. The doctor approaches with a smile; tension releases in a flood of relief.

The only relief here is that someone else, someone you love, is finally free from pain. For the rest there is only loss.

The other side of a life. Birth watch. The watch that brings joy. And cigars and balloons.

Birth. Tick. Death. Tock.

Grains of sand passing through the hourglass of life. Each of us having that brief quick ride through the throat of reality.

And having gone from there to there, at last, coming to rest.

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The canonical fool on the hill watching the sunset and the rotation of the planet and thinking what he imagines are large thoughts. View all posts by Wyrd Smythe

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