Will there come a time that I long for death?

Or will I wish desperately not to have to leave?

Could this not be one of the most unsettling human thoughts?

One of us will go first

I am healthy

You are old

Dark deathly clad

Or

Angel winged

Long after

I’d like an elephant to caress my dried bones

And my great-grandchildren to desperately seek

Which path I took out of my body

And chart my exact location

Just in case

I want to make a quick come back

And jump into a half-built body

Midstream

For a moment

To feel gloriously unsettled

Author of Death Nesting and Ancient Death Doula Series. Feeding Your Demons Facilitator. Community Deathcare teacher. Mama of three. www.annemariekeppel.com

Author of Death Nesting and Ancient Death Doula Series. Feeding Your Demons Facilitator. Community Deathcare teacher. Mama of three. www.annemariekeppel.com