a cough ejects a fear of loss of breath
a dark night before it is sun in its gold
and crickets go to sleep in their bush
and bush stops to sing respecting sun
this air is our eternity floating over us
and a little escape from onerous duty.
names unknown are we already know
but forget names at the tongue’s end.
tongues reach an end of their breath
the beginning of our poems in throat
the throat of poems is end of breath
the air breath becomes in this room
reader you make time , while you be,
the steps to your eternity , mine too.
(Reading Fulke Greville’s poem You that seek what life is in death, the title of a best seller book by Dr.Paul Kalanithi)