by Kevin T McEneaney

While packing for my final vacation,

it occurred to me that I need not pack

anything at all except humor

to deal with everlasting darkness

where I will be dancing eternally

inside of atoms that I cannot see

any more than one can see an electron

or know the origin of gravity

amid the journey of life’s mystery

that surrounds us each blue dawn we waken.

Many things might be said, yet it’s too late—

for despite our comic aspirations,

nothing lasts very long in our orbit

around faces, concepts, love, history…

Kevin T McEneaney

Author of The Enclosed Garden, Longing, and other books