When My Days Have Finished Dawning

Some previous poems may have indicated a paradoxical fear of both death and life, but the way that I have recently come to terms with it is to remember my own infinity:

       I have been around
  f  o  r  e  v  e  r.

             I am in the earth,
the heavens,
            every smile.

              why fear dying so much
if so much

            of me
                           will still be
around
         when my body goes?

The world and I...
        we go
                    w   a   y   back.

"death," you call it,
     will only bring me
d
e
e
p
e
r
      into her soil.

I have asked the pregnant moon to
     keep having God's lovechildren

and the sun to keep watch
       over them...

                           and you.

I have asked the birds to warn of any
    t
     r
      o
       u
         b
           l
            e

and for everyone to keep
       learning and trying
to
    fly.

They all said
       YES.

                   See?
The world will be just fine without me.

                Life is not g o i n g anywhere.

I love this world and I don't want to                      leave                 it,
    but its existence won't depend on my perceiving it!

                 Lovely      and      new
each
morning,
                 dawn will dawn

and the sun will wake on time and
       get to her post in the sky...

  I know this for a

f
a
c
t.

     She promised me.