عزرائيل

"It is the evening of the day"

(words of a now-elderly philosopher)

Near the sunlit deck, towards sunset,

a butterfly  lands  on a leaf.

And I picture the Visitor

come set down beside me,

and give me a nod,

“It’s time.”

Smiling, I rise

and go with him.

[After dark, in the study, 

I was frightened  by a flying shadow,

which turned out to be a moth --

Michael versus Samael.]

[[ Foreshadowing  here. ]]