The Blue Dot (Sonnet 138)

Albrecht Durer, 1512

In his last days, the meds were so heavy

At hospice, that his children had arranged

He had no appetite for anything

The TV on low to lull him to sleep

Before slipping into his anxious dreams

He’d see his fears in three colored spheres

Projected vividly on his eyelids

But he struggled to keep them all arranged

Yellow for the loss to his family

Red for regrets, what he’d done to others

But the one that would most make him shiver

Was the blue circle that presaged the end

One night the blue circle became the sun

With the others spinning round its orbit