Threshold

There were words in the end, and an unlooked for passionate goodbye

Photo: © David Whyte

Threshold

There were words in the end,
and an unlooked for passionate goodbye,
a song for my father in the few moments
she was allowed to take off the mask,
and my own name said once with the
incredible effort of the last. Then we were all
words, helpless silence, or involuntary
movement in the room, myself telling
her she could go or…