Reflections
Reflecting on a life
I passed through for free
At the very end,
you try and describe it
The vision comes in whole
but delivered in words
lets all light pass
then return
When the end reaches out,
I tear off a piece
and leave it on the page
so that I may live.
If you happen across
one of my pieces
and it fits you well
I hope you keep it
so that you may live too.
At the same rate
He is old
and I am young
and we are both dying
at the same rate
His beard is white
and mine is black
and they both grow
at the same rate
His skin is dark
and mine is light
and they both feel the sun
at the same rate
His eyes are weak
and mine are still fresh
and they will both close
eventually.
Among giants
I am the smallest man
in the western hemisphere,
where the giants live.
My city was blessed by one
Who shaped my head
from fish bones and steel, and
Who filled my lungs
even when every breath
cost another.
Before he passed,
not long ago,
he lodged a piece of himself
inside my eye
so I could see
from where he stood
And to let you know
how beautiful it all is.