White

Unopened mail on the counter,

a meal half eaten

sits on the table,

fork frozen in position

of the last bite.

A world abandoned

mid-sentence,

poems left unfinished.

Stuff collected, acquired

through toil

deserted and gathering dust.

Natural disaster,

a miracle...

Survival clothed only 

in freedom.

This is how endings

begin.

There is an empty room

warmed only by

a fevered body,

thankful for clear breath-

sunlight pushing through

the weary and spent rage

of storm.

Nothing more.

Nothing less. 

Artwork by Kazimir Malevich, 'White on white' c. 1918 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.