I was not thinking of my watch.
Because I only wore it when I had
to count the number of heartbeats
on patients. And those days are done.
I am not thinking about November,
the palette of the windshield
and no one wanting to scrape it.
I am not thinking about death
because there is nothing to think
about death, nothing to imagine,
nothing but worry that has no reality
in reality, only the emptiness of soul
talk, the arguments for and against God
solely done to control. It was life
all along, every action, every failure,
every heartbeat, every sentence.
Ron Riekki’s books include U.P. and The Way North: Collected Upper Peninsula New Works (Wayne State University Press, a 2014 Michigan Notable Book, http://wsupress.wayne.edu/books/detail/way-north).