Fair Condition

At the moment, the body
Feels like it’s at a perfect
Temperature, freshly bathed,

Neither too chilly nor hot,
Dressed in clean clothes, with a book
In the lap and a cliff view

Through large, sun-haloed windows—
Maybe a little hungry,
Slightly achy, no real pain,

Just waiting for the laundry
To finish its spin cycle,
Just watching the cat stalk flies—

So this is dying? Can’t be.
Don’t think about what’s waiting.