Since I’m a goner, Docs explain

they need the hospital bed,

and move me to Hospice

for palliative care.

While loved ones wait for a call

to inform them of my demise,

I gaze out the window

at a new-blooming weeping cherry tree

and see a robin fly against a gust of wind

over a canopy of snowdrops and daffodils.

Signs of spring make me realize

that when I disappear into thin air,

this wondrous world will still be here.

I will finally find out the secrets

of the unsayable as I take my place

among the stars.