No Time For Transfiguration Today

I soar despairing like a purblind loon

I am caromed against hill, wave and stone

I spy a wondrous portal through the gloom

The “Endless Passage” becks for me alone

An open door with golden stairs agleam

Await with rescue from this rotting space

I yearn for crossing, to become a dream

To join those who have deemed their case

I will not occasion that transfer today

For there is much for doing in my life

I am a fool controlling nothing fey

nor see the time and place of the cold knife

I am a Loonie winging past my prime

and doubt the reaper owns me and my time