A Spray of Ease By Catherine Berry Miklitsch Do not court death, sweet warrior, you have fought the good fight all the days of your life. Lie back in the shade. Hide away in the shadows, let sounds give way to silence. Let the other senses have their say. Close your eyes, they've seen enough, the stage narrows now to old friends and memory. In place of destinations eagerly sought the world comes at your beckoning smooth to the touch of simpler things. Gather a bouquet unlike all former ones. A spray of ease, a bloom of some scent that you have kept at bay.