I think about death more than I
used to. My death. Nothing
as grandiose as the planet’s
or democracy’s. Something I
can grasp. I think of “Less is more.”
Like all true statements about art,
it speaks of life. If I have learned
anything, it is to discern what matters
to me. Not as a selfish pursuit but
more like a prophecy. A prophecy
of love for this world, my life, those
I love. The urge to be who I am
before I am a memory. To leave that
legacy behind is to know “the kingdom
is among you.” I’m in no hurry.
I don’t mind my coffee
getting lukewarm as I watch a robin
walk across my yard. Another prophecy,
it seems to me.
-Byron Hoot
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