Michael Garrad, Sept 09 Gazette, number 65

End

To the end,
Which is the beginning
and the end,
When breath bursts
and gasps,
As supple body
is now flaccid, wrinkled,
When the paper
is fresh and clean,
And skin is parchment thin,
Such is the start
that finishes,
As it does with radiant sun,
And cool, damp dead air,
Where we are,
And where we are not,
The nothing
is the everything we fear,
The earth will have us
even as the womb rejoices.
© Michael Garrad August 2009