How to Stop Rushing - Jennifer London

by the side of a dying friend.
Taste the wind
Her letting go breath
Imagine a glacier scouring the valley
Her first inhale
A butterfly alights on your hand:
become a flower, nourishment for its' life.
Her gaze, turning toward eternity finds you:
become a bridge for her prayer
You will not rush the butterfly or
your friends' last glimpses of this life.
So: why rush this?