Laying in my cozy bed,
I oft wonder
why?
why am I here when others not?
those that make a simple mistake
and perish, yet I am here
a friend telling me
“you have more lives than cats”
not a consolation to my deliriums
The plethora of experiences too plentiful
to parlay into one poem
sixteen at last count
multiple careening crashes, a gas tank explosion,
illness, being hit by a car while standing at an ATM
the litany long and varied but one stands out
playing on a recently unfrozen pond
raft fighting as it were
young hearts being foolish
falling in backwards, a non-swimmer
it is so cold, frost bite pins & needles cold
I am going deeper and deeper
it is getting colder and colder
darker and darker
until it is totally dark
no lingering thoughts, it is over
then a pinprick of light
drawing closer
it grows and grows
until I am in the light
it is oh so warm here
the lack of sound creating
an incredulous peacefulness
for a fear filled life
can I stay forever, please
except that is not my destiny
not that day or those others
rescued by a neighbor’s father
delivered unconscious to a mother
still questioning the why
Andreas Simic©
