I Am a Knower…
Poem 3 of 30 during NaPoWriMo 2020… flash fiction in a poem
I know the last day charted for me.
I will die on a Tuesday, the 18 of March 2018.
I will die in the middle of pouring rain,
in a black Gothic wedding dress…
the one I never wore.
I hope to die on the edge of the Lake,
the one where my ashes scatter-
living on the waves of Erie- ghost form.
My only grace… knowing life is limited.
The day I learned: no more daydreaming,
slogging through life, unaware & unconscious.
The machine traced my fingerprint
and spit out the date.
I felt awakened, I had been living comatose.
Too much in the short years left.
Too many hugs, speeches to write,
thank you cards, encouraging words to give.
Too many ideas swirling around my head- legacy
the word constantly before my eyes.
Always working on something until it ends
but living with eyes
wide open
I wrote this poem shortly after reading “The Knowers” by Helen Phillips.
