The Bullet Point

The xylophone had been oddly comforting in the days

after her passing--

by

a soft retreat from the slow tread ahead--

into adulthood

before I was ready to want it

I was hoping to lose my interest in the wonder years

because they gave false hope

and then I thought what life would be like to be dumbed down

to miss the upside--

of mortality

of cognizance

and suddenly, without warning, I was all at peace with the thought of Donald Duck in his out of place sailor outfit

because it all made sense then

now