You know how
(For Diana Neutze, as MS advances)
You know how
you will die.
(Let others worry
when and why.)
Your tall ship
drifts north
sans sails
sans oars.
You forgive life.
You forgive death.
You are almost
jolly.
You do your work
of the soul.
You honour both
cats and sparrows
with all your lonely
lively
problem-solving
whole.