I veer,

towards lists,

towards black and white.

Towards making things right.

I make a straight line,

out of natural curves,

to try,

to fly

without wings.

But the moment

Requires something else,

A courage,

Stepping out,

Making friends with Death.

And don’t forget

the people,

the community of things

that came before,

Messy,

In disarray,

along the way

And still to come.

In other words

Life

in all its shades

of grey.

Courage…

and Community,

I say.