Passive Ideation

I learned something today.
Research – imposed upon myself
in fleeting idealization of
Death comes in passive
forms. Bony fingers
not stretched but drooping
in hopes to catch a soul
or the wafting seed
of well-worn wishes.
Somedays, I might reach
for those hands but pause –
catching light somewhere
behind it’s distant gaze.  

 © Audrey Rosengreen, 2020