Stake ( a poem from Few and Far Between )

I won’t be there

To read the newspaper 

Make a myth of me

I won’t be there

To feel the soil

Make a disappearance of me

I won’t be there

To see my children

Pretend to understand

Their memory of me

I will be somewhere else entirely

At peace with how the world

Must make its sort of me 

The earth will tilt into a turn 

As the wind rolls up the coast

And I won’t be there

To stake a claim

On the matter

Rhett NolandComment