My mother came to me
as she was dying.
Twelve hundred miles away,
in a city she had never seen,
she found me.
I had finished my naked yoga,
and done my meditation,
when she spoke.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"I am here," she said,
"I am going. I am going NOW."
We spoke. I thanked her
for all that she had done
for us.
I told her to go toward the light,
that there was nothing
to fear.
Again she said,
"I am going now."
I knew when she was gone,
felt her absence.
I checked the time
on the clock.
"We may get a call." I said
to Sandy,
as I entered the bathroom
to take my shower.
We got the call
while I was still
in the shower.
Later,
as we sat on the sofa,
I cried.
The time I had noted
on the clock
was correct.
Text and images © 2018 by Donald C. Traxler.
