Poetry | I Am Learning How To Die

A cello’s long note, low, rich,

Slow, and I, now the string,

As a new world sounds on me,

Some living warmth presses,

Yes, I see, I am the prey,

A hungry lioness softly licks

My final breaths and I feel love.

There is such beauty in surrender.

Home, I know you better,

New eyes hold ancient light,

Here alone, in a deep note,

In the richness of an ending,

There is unspeakable love,

I am learning how to die.