"...to carry away memories brought for the forgetting
on one thousand one auspicious origami birds
whispering over chilled salmon, ripe fruit
suggesting the fertility of the afternoon."
from the poem, "One thousand one wedding cranes" 1998
Death holds lease with me
As age has assumed space in me
I find myself with a new companion
of no gender, no body, no expiration date
with cutting hardness in his voice,
weight to his chilling touch,
whose name is etched into my gut,
we all have given him a private name
He prefers to move with shadows
his ghosted voice no sound
coating us in a shroud of mourning
as he embraces our beloveds
with deadly tenderness
a forever fastness that does not share
leaves a vacant hollowness in the air
In these late years he has taken up tenancy
in my most private abode, quietly watchful
muted in daily doings, a hidden contagion
content to wait, color me with wisdom,
add weight to my voice, create complexity in my laugh,
until some day, some where, to some melody
we will do our last dance together
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Sharon Lopez Mooney, "Death holds lease with me", published in The Mindful Word, ed. Collective Members, Quebec, Canada, 07.23.2021, https://www.themindfulword.org/2021/poems-lopez-mooney-golden-years/