Mortality

I find myself more captured by mortality, including those people who are dealing with it, up close and personal.  My book list has expanded to include brushes with cancer, ALS, cystic fibrosis.  My friends who know more intimately their life with inherent challenge, mortality, the reality of life and death... I am awed in the company of these who have a better sense of what awaits all of us at last, what can inform us even now.

Seizures may return

Or not.

I figure they are knowable,

Even as I am not present

For them.

It seems apparent

My mortality

Is not mine

At all,

But perhaps

 Indeed

Someone else*s

Somewhere else*s.

Mortality has moved

To a different realm.

Seizures may return

Or not.

The words to describe them,

I cannot know

Except perhaps in words of those

Who watch.

Still

They are not my words.

I am told the last one

Was different:

More expected

Certainly quieter

No drool

At all.