180. it’s later than you think.

the lazy sparkles from your final question
& illuminate the parables of dark water
and the boatman
so fairly articulated –
as here,
your entreaties on the nether world.

   when will you take communion ?
   when would you give compassion ?

– we take all the time we need, they say,
for our manoeuvres are final,
everlasting our commission.

your life and your death
come to calm you
your death and the dead
here to claim you;
so gently
but with an unremitting momentum
they take you as their own,
to the silent water’s edge –
they guide you as their child become
and just as all before
you plead for a minute
for another moment
here, in the land of the living,
for this farewell
is never long enough.