Graffiti

Sometimes when I sit in a dull meeting

I think of my deathbed

But strangely enough

I do so without sentiment—

I was always sub-rosa

Like tea in a glass;

Whispered, savored alone;

That’s what it is, I think

To be graphein of body

A jigger’s worth of mind …

S.K.

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto