What if This is Death?

What if

this

is Death?

Me,

here, on this

couch,

dizzy-breathing,

new-age music playing from the

TV speakers.

Do I know the difference?

Yes, I see my

children

there,

(still, so

far away),

by text, or

on blue

screen only –

Hush –

they are

thriving and

okay.

What if, in death,

I can still watch,

feel,

hear,

be the observer I’ve

become?

After a while,

no one

needs you

to hold the weight of

small bodies,

rocking away their

fever,

fears,

singing to them in a