Ivory Digits
"There is more to life..."
At the foot of my bed
At the foot of my bed sat the Three. They sit on the edge lightly. I know they are there but the bed does not sag. Their backs are toward me. They talked amongst themselves quietly. One by one they turn to look upon me. Then turn back and talk some more. Their conversation is slightly animated but the bed is motionless.
I don't know what they are talking about. Oh, of course, it is me on their mind but what? It is a mystery.
I hear a word or two. "Is it time?" "No not yet."
Time for what I think?
They continue talking. They smile almost laughing. It pleases me to be with them. I want to ask them questions. They have all the answers.