Death Came

Death came

and was ready to pluck

another bloom,

but She saw that I was

overwhelmed,

entangled

with tentacled tasks,

crying daughters,

numbers that wouldn’t

reconcile.

I saw Her

out of the corner of my eye,

but immediately turned back

to the problems

at hand.

I remembered

all these details

during my evening shower,

wondering if Death

had taken pity upon me,

or if I had scared her

away

for now.