Never Fearing Wild Things

I

Somewhere in between 

Sleep and wakefulness

Last night

I wrote my eulogy.

My older daughter

In this darkened dream

Stands at a podium

And I have given her words.

Turn to each other

She tells the gathered crowd

Turn to each other

You need each other

Turn

And be an advocate

A friend

A lover

A giver of care

A place to be safe

Turn

And offer warmth

Rest

Hope

Love. 

II

Let these be the words of my life

That we turn

To each other

In our frailty and anger

In our hope and despair.

Let this be the work of my life

That we turn 

To each other

And stop the slow death

Of our selfish isolation.