The Game of Life

Now you see him.

Now you don’t.

It’s a game of hide-and-seek.

It’s a game of peekaboo.

It’s a game of will and won’t.

Everyone at last, disappears.

And between the bookends

We live out our chapters, page by page;

drinking a little, loving a little

writing a little, relaxing a little

somehow managing to forget

how screwed we are, in the end

until that moment when,

an invisible hand,

holding a magical brush

erases us from the board of time.

- No reason. No rhyme.

DD - Antigua, Guatemala. 9:05 pm, April 30th. Dealing with the death of my brother, Ron Forward.