Restless spirit- “Can you sit down?”

“No” she shouted

As if I were to blame

‘What is it” I asked

And in the distance I heard

The sound of someone pacing the floor

As if waiting for a birth

Back and forth in measured time

“Oh” I whispered

This is about Jan

Her breath shallow- her wants small

Her approaching death is a quiet and holy thing

A launching – laughter-

It’s a bit of everything.

Or as my dad used to say-

“It’s not easy getting in

and it’s not easy getting out”