Reflections Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Rilke, Mitchel and Hass -
Once I am in their company
Nothing else matters.

It is like the aftermath
Of my own brain haemorrhage
Just dont know what happened.

After saying, 'Dont tell my wife
She is in South Bombay
And daughter with overseas visitors.'

I passed out: was conscious
And all that, but cannot remember
A single thing for the next eight days

In Seven Hills hospital at Marol.
Helps me to stand outside myself
And feel the experience of death.

Now I know what it is going to be:
Passed away, and yet not out: brain
The bridge between life and death inactive.

After almost three months now
When I strike out alone,
My wife says, 'No, you're not allright yet'

I have agreed with her in this
As in most other things: the initiative
Has passed from me: I await death.