05.29.2020
life’s like that
My spirit swells and waves
through the turn of days
Each day unfurls its minutes
relentlessly,
As an unreliable pot of sand
It’s not even clear if it’s the
seconds that trickle,
in a dimension beyond my reach
Or if it’s me that does, my
breath trickling through the
fabric of time in cadence
with all other
breaths drawn
in this world,
in my life
Hearts pump in measures
independently, reliable
machineries until at
such point it
fails and it
resigns to the
earth
honorable
as they
come.