Impatient with Shooting Stars

I believe in the sky's possibilities,
but I also believe in asking why,
yet I will gladly take a couple
more unexplained miracles. 

I went from an epiphany on the F train
to being a dying dad in the blink of an eye,
poetic walks through record stores
to hospital beds.

In the grand scheme of things,
I feel so small,
but I have been preparing for this
my whole big existence. 

I have six inches less of my colon,
but I have a lot more laughing to do...
at love, at addiction, at the universe,
now at death.

I hope that I am larger than life to someone, 
but I don't know how to capture
the big bad my world,
only my little place in it. 

Somewhere between Gandhi 
and Ed Gein
is little ol' me,
and I am happy.