“The Millstone and the Balloon” (a poem by KPKeelan)

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Death

squats on my head

like a Sumo wrestler using my skull

for a toilet seat.

I feel its weight

every waking moment.

Time is running short.

Not much sand left in the hourglass.

I try to ignore it-

go about my business

with this millstone around my neck,

but it’s always getting in the way.

It’s like trying to dance

in concrete shoes-

a clumsy caprice at best!

But death can be a good thing.

Hamlet knew this.

The approaching horizon

keeps us on our toes,

prods us to pay attention,

provides a framework

that can give life meaning.

If life is suffering

moving beyond it can be

a blessed relief.

Every day, a piling on.

More! More! More!

We accumulate invisible weight

as we move on,

carry our pasts like oversized luggage

stuffed with bricks.

Silliness!

The past is smoke,

the future: dreams.

Look at your hands.

What are you holding?

This is what you have.

It’s all now.  This moment.

Take that millstone of granite

and make it helium!

Make, of your burdens,

a life jacket.

You can’t make friends with Life

until you accommodate Death.

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© KPKeelan

(8- 4- 15)

ALL RIGHT RESERVED

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About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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