I am considering immortality,
the longest haul. This more
or less is my aim in life;
before i die – to live as if
death is the kettle boiling
as i make some ginger tea.
I stand serenely and enjoy
the windowed scene
in the garden, taking
time to watch the cute cats
chewing on ornamental frogs
they’ve tortured out of next door’s
pond, a cool-yellowish tinge
to the morning air as hopeless
leaves gasp and twirl
over the ragged lawn,
and then the whistle.