Sunset in the Agave Fields

Sunset in the Agave Fields

January 17, 2025

I see Death on the horizon

Waiting patiently for me

He is in no hurry

Neither am I

Death keeps his appointments

With meticulous accuracy

Not a redundancy with him

More of an ego driven necessity

I, on the other hand,

Know what awaits me

But before I close the distance

I take notice of the vegetation

I enjoy tequila in all varieties

I am also a chemist

With more glassware than I can carry

I have a little time on my hands

Distillation is my craft

Death takes notice

He may even want a taste

Curious for someone without taste

The agave are the gifts of the gods

Matched with my favorite food

Paella

I might stretch this homestretch out a bit

I choose the metaphor for myself

Because it may be the last choice I ever make

Death has seen this before

But, not from me, not in this way