The Casket

Today, I saw the casket I’ll be buried in.
I was passing the funeral home,
head bowed in uncertain but polite reverence.
My eyes lifted to meet the bright
blue glittery finish with all bronze fixtures.
Not just that model or color,
that box
I started to imagine the satin pillow,
the knee-blanket and the lining
as though I could get comfy with a book
as though I’d wake up after the nap
with clear eyes and a sunrise smile
as though I’d ever see the
blue glittery finish or the bronze fixtures again.
I asked the man how long his inventory lasted.
“This is our best model. I sell three a week. Why?”
I answered, “Just good to know, that’s all…”