Hospice Studio

Poem for Willoughby

Look at me now and here I am
And with it all it is not preparation
They make it never breathless without breath
And sometimes in a little while they wait.
Without its leaving.
It is mine to sit and carefully to be thought thorough
Let it be that it is said let me alone,
You alone have a way to think and swim,
Leave it as well
And noises have no other.
It is in their refrain that they sing me
It just can happen so

Gertrude Stein