A Good Day to Die

Sunday morning,
Soft rain in the Garden;
Stillness wraps the day.

Birds hum mourning songs,
Swooping, fluttering, feasting
On seeds and nuts and fruit.
Outside, coral hibiscus unfurl their blossoms,
Glistening with dewdrops
As soft rain and stillness wrap the day.

Inside, a figure lies;
Lips slightly askew,
Gnarled fingers twisted in sheets.
Quietly, a nurse leans to check for a pulse,
Brush a wisp of hair, straighten fingers,
While angels watch – and wait, and wait, and wait.

Sunday morning,
Soft rain wraps the stillness;
A good day to die.

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Jo Anne 6/4/2107

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Currently as Associate Professor of English Emerita my focus remains committed to scholarship within a multimodal / multicultural context. My ongoing research projects are The Virtual Caribbean Library and the Lost Voices, Forgotten Voyages projects; both centered on digital representations of the Caribbean within a digital humanities context. View all posts by creoleana