May 5, 2024 Poetry

Cosmic Joke, Key

Cosmic Joke, Key Artwork by DALL·E
Cosmic Joke

I’m dying.
screamed out 
into windowless 
night
before 
being 
coaxed 
back 
to a confused 
bed.
cancer.
I’m dying.
mentioned in
passing
by a 92-year-old
whose garden we toiled.
cancer.
and each time 
we crossed 
paths 
would
chuckle.
like a Holy man.
holding the secret of the universe.
like it’s one big 
joke.


Key

Three pronged
Nailed
In my hand
Opens
Love’s
Many rooms