Even the mind may dim and fade to dark.
In the nursing home a friend no longer there.
Only a vague smile. His thoughts embark
without benefit of compass. Words go nowhere.
Even the mind may dim and fade to dark.
What can you say, conversing with the dead?
His sense is absent, and you are absent then.
Yet present to wonder, with recognition fled,
where in the world can he be himself again?
Even the mind may dim and fade to dark.