poem number seven (written at age 22)

There’s no desire in Heaven,
no wind,
no rivers that run
out loneliness;

there’s nothing hanging
just out of reach,
like trying to save
a falling leaf.

And, when to that dateless night I go,
my love will bathe the world,
quiet as clouds releasing snow.

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About Ben Dooling

I began this blog shortly after being diagnosed with terminal rectal cancer. It has since begotten a short book of poems, most of the poems came from here. Cancer has taught me more than it has taken. It has shown me my gifts, and what an examined life is.