For John Poem by chris schwartz

The freezing rain falls
He is asleep.
Much deserved tranquility
He reserves so much.
But I hear the ice,
Clicking on the back porch door
It is so cold again
Not like it was before.
I have been given
A great gift
And damn,
I still don't know
When to halt the plow.
It just escaped me
Somehow.
I know that he feels
And because of my pain
He reels,
Endlessly, tirelessly,
Into the future
That I know
My destiny shines upon.
We all make it there,
Someday,
In our own way
Uncertainty and grace
They Keep us from moving
On.