Before My Journey’s End

Descending helplessly through air so still

Grasping for branch, vine, or twig

Often in desperation, sometimes without care

To hold, be held, and validated in existence

For nothing can prevent the eventuality that awaits

But prior to that surcease of pain and sorrow, the companion of my seasons

I want to breathe the air divinely

I want to pause to observe the flutter of humming birds wings

I want to view the Transit of Venus across the sun

I want to leave sign and symbol of my diminishing descent from which there is no return

Hear me great hand that designs both fortune and fate

I want to live! I want to live!

If only for a fleeting moment before my journey’s end

 

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi