Already 6 years since i began this website and it has changed little.
Now also two years of sunsets gone by since harvey went to spirit.
Just found this poem on my desktop a few days ago. harvey wrote it for the 2-day poem contest in 2023 while undergoing treatments:
Trying to Imagine no sunset
Not Gadding about, I hear the oncologist’s words
‘This could be your last January’
As squirrels gather seeds for winter sustenance
I concatenate thoughts, linking the events of my life
Today, a brisk April day, longer sunny days.
It’s strange perhaps, what I am doing.
Standing on the edge of a cliff
with Kaos my canine friend.
I am watching a beautiful red-pink sun going down
looking west over the Minas passage
which links a Syzygy of inland seas
(Fundy, Minas, Cobequid Bay).
I Quiz my existence, wouldn’t you ?
I clasp my eyelids closed,
with a firm resolve to see nothing.
phosphenes appear through familiar almost darkness
I set sail in the shadowy sodden
abyssalpelagic depths of my bottomless vision
Try, as I might
I cannot imagine not seeing the sunset.