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