Beginning of the End

Beginning of the End

The end is the beginning.
They call it a circle
wrongly—every moment was not
end and beginning,
only now. The last to come was first to go
and the first to come

is gone.
I want to admire bypassed
shards of glass on the beach,
jagged broken parts smoothed into beauty
as the waves lap gently over.
Instead I admire
Turritopsis nutricula, though it's hard

to be admiring now
I know what fear means
and I can't breathe.

Is the end the beginning?


Notes: Inspired by the prompt "death" and the theme "incite" on this bingo card.