Standing

We always say I will be the one who will be standing when she dies.

There are so many assumptions in that statement:

1. She will die.
2. She will die before I do.
3. I will be able to stand.

We think we know the path, the plan

Yet there have already been so many silences when we expected sound

So many sunny days during a torrential storm.

Then, of course, great pandemics,

Bringing a box of uncertainties.

How many pandemics does it take to remember we don’t know anything about standing?