I never thought that I would be
an old cowboy
who’s riding faithful Zoom
into the setting sun.
I never thought
my fond farewell would be
pandemic’s push,
out the door and down the stairs,
alone and masked and carrying my affairs
unceremoniously
in banker’s boxes stuffed
with remnants of my career.
I had imagined
lunch and hugs and speaking wise
while trying to read a card through teary eyes
and marking yet another marker moment
in my life.
Another moment
poured into the jar
of sad goodbyes
to family, friends,
and health and jobs and children heaving sighs,
that swirl and whirl and mingle
with all those other losses in a person’s life,
that ebb and flow and finally go,
only to come back around and seem to grow
again and again and again,
and all this,
each one,
another preparation for a
final ride
to sunset’s other side.
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