What Comes Next


will come when it’s ready
can’t be hurried or stopped
will be its own amazement.

What comes next
can’t be trapped
by some sly metaphor,

belongs to itself
comes from a great distance
enters without announcement.

When death comes
with a personal invitation
to leave this life,

may there be a working light
if I get up in the dark
to see who’s here.

Jeanne Lohmann
Olympia, Wash.

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