On my bad days, I am full of the calculations
And jealously for time
Why does Paul Newman get to live to 80?
Or more to the point, why you and not Dick Cheney?
The woman at the restaurant was easily 75 and laughing with her family
You were 65 and not done
and it was not all for the best
Not God’s plan
Not the beauty of Kali’s destruction
Not anything that makes any sense
And I think it was a mistake,
Yes, there has been some kind of mistake
and I am waiting for the paper work to arrive
the spiritual
the contractual
or conjure moment of your return
Oh here she is, sorry about all that!
Or I confuse your death with winter itself
when spring comes
surely you will return
Who else can tend your garden?
Who else can take your place?
How can Mom die?
How can you die?
How can you possibly not be alive?