The clouds in the distant
Are grayish with a deep
Gray accenting the top
They could be mistaken
For a tsunami and if that
Were the case I would
Have about ten minutes
More to live. I wonder
What I would do with
That time. No need to
Preserve anything as
Everything will be destroyed
I try to think of something
Important, other than prayer,
To fill that short span of time
I think quickly of all that
Went into being here with
All the things I have gathered
I would like to thank all who
Helped me along the way
But they if still alive will have
To assume that thanks were
Given as there will be no
Evidence. This may be the
Last muse I write
I have no animals to comfort
although when I lived
In the country I had numerous
Cats and dogs. I still have a
Few minutes left and I wonder
What I can do for others
I do not believe in a me, me world
I have always thought that we
Should think of others first
Now it is first, last, and always
There are no barriers and the
Ice mountains forming are too
Low to be effective in warding
Off even a small wave so I guess
That this is it.
Stanski
December 21, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 