The Dye

I heard a great grand mother
say the other day
“Dying isn’t easy” … neither is a mother’s
birthing day
and then the life and then
what is the darkest night the coming
what is the sun but a star
the earth a maze
at every turn a thought
I might not see the why

It isn’t at every bend you see the end this means
the which of way the path you
came to claim is to sea

bury me beneath the see I saw
the dye the great grand mother gives to life
is aged
for your sake