The end

The end of the pier

Is not the end

of the road,

or the light going out,

or the grave or ashes.

You can continue

in the wilderness

on unknown trails

or lay down tarmac

with time.

You can change

the bulb

wait for the dawn

light a candle

with patience.

You can grieve

tears

for yourself and others

drift on

with love.

The end of the pier

Has water right left forward

Except back, bitterly.

So you swim

with hope