One hundred billion galaxies in the universe, hundreds of moons in a solar system both dark and light, two hundred billion stars burning, illuminating, colliding and shattering to make new stars. Oh, infinite beauty, brilliant dark mystery. You illuminated us, collided into us, shattered and scattered us into new stars.
Hips saddle the cushion, spine like rebar, gaze downcast—fixed at six-o’clock. Dong! The bell drones— follow the breath. One. Two. Three. My gaze slips. I spy the lattice of plump veins on my hands. Thinking knits blood donor, vampires, my grandmother into a seductive shawl—I remember. Dong!
He shot a smile over his shoulder, a mixture of kind, satirical and impish which was his trademark. The camera shot back–click! Freeze-frame an unbounded look beckoning us to see the panoramic view through his eyes, a reassurance to live fully— there’s nothing to fear, not even death.