Coughing and weak
I sit in a chair by the morning campfire
Savoring canned cold plums
Cardinals and orioles flitting in the trees.
Chanting the daimoku
Appreciation wells up in me
I wonder how many years, months or days I have left,
But so glad to have these moments in the world
The great people, the life I have.
Everyone else has gone fishing.
I remember having had to squeeze every moment out
Like that… on the water
But I did that yesterday. And feel glorious,
Now I hear the birds: turkeys, orioles, tanagers, cardinals.
I used to think I would die in winter: like my parents: our first daughter… all succumbed to January.
But I could think of no finer way to go
Than sitting in a campchair,
The sound of running water,
Birdsong, my family and friends chanting with me.
A way to say goodbye and thank you at the same time.
I don’t think I am near death,
And I tend towards drama,