Poem: I dream that Death is a turtle

If you had flown in like a bat
and banged around,
all search and disappointment,
I might have fled the room,
afraid of your confusion.

But you moved in slowly,
unconcerned and steady,
so heavy with your age
that I walked out to meet you
impatient and unafraid.

Greenbrae, California


So Many Advances in Medicine, So Many Yet to Come