I’m lucky I’m not that prone to insomnia
Tonight is an exception I can’t sleep.
Who thought my heart would end up with arrhythmia?
Lying to the left I hear it beep
In irritating syncopation—now
For the first time I sense mortality
So many decades blissful, unaware
Reveling mindlessly in quiddity
Relishing much for much there is to care
For in this pulsing, fragile outward orb
The Earth that is, I worshiped far too little
Absorbed by books, above all and by forb
And now I sense the minutes start to whittle
I never thought I’d end up broken hearted!
Kaleidoscopic life become a fib
So many I have loved are now departed
And my own death adumbrates with AFib.
Acantholimon 