July 12, 2013

With notice

When I go to sleep at night I cannot throw my clothes into the laundry basket or put them down in simple disarray,
But place them well within grasp, separate and on display.
For the call can come at any hour to bring about the task,
That moment of eternity, while I drink its empty flask.
A few simple words hushed, rattling  the mind with increasing urgency,
dread arises and with a flash I am up, “come quickly, it’s an emergency.”

1 comment:

  1. The call is jarring to tranquility; the response is always immediate; the response is always worthy and a honoring of life...warmest wishes!