EVENTUALLY

Eventually,
in our dotage,
eager to arrive,
living in the moment,
yet ready for the next,
in childlike wonder,
we’ll spew forth,
“Are we there yet?”

Somewhere near
the bartender yells,
“Last call.”
And the priest,
solemnly drones,
“…dust to dust.”
While the strangers
in the crowd sing,
“Amazing Grace,”
the wild geese
fly overhead,
forever, on their journey home.