at the hour of my death this body
one vibrating note
in the music of
everything not created
and not destroyed
this body hundreds
of trillions of particles
dancing among fireflies
on summer’s air
still here
A thank you to Melva Sue Priddy for her poem that prompted me to write about “this body”.
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I like, Kate. And thanks!
Love the contrast of singularity and inclusiveness of the phrases “one vibrating note” and “hundreds
of trillions of particles.”
And I love that a poem with death in the title could make me so happy.
Thank you, Kate!