Plans my father made

    lie before me,

wrapped in fear

    and covered in dust.

They speak my name.

Yet, I have made my own choices,

    and much rests in the light.

But I do not know many of my sins

    before the taste of bad blood

    from my swollen tongue.

May you, friend,

    move ahead with clear sight.

May you ease into life

    and rest gently

    at its end.