poem

Sharp, inquisitive, wise
The mind wonders at
The fragility of the bones
The aches and pains.
Too young to be old
With more to explore
The body wonders about the mind
That weighs it down with memories
Too old to be young
Content to rest as one.

He knew each of us
Loved us for who we were.
He embraced all ways
True love doesn’t rob another of their essence.

The exact spot where the sun shines
The wind pauses
Words flow
A bird perched
On a fragile branch
Hidden in plain view
An observer
Of two-footed creatures
Who amble below
You sit with sun’s warmth
A respite
All your own.

Lost soul, where did you go?
Tethered to another
You hide.
I see you in glimpses.
Peeking out
Free of worry
Free of consequences.
Lost soul, why retreat?
Words unspoken
You hide.
I see glimpses
Of old sparks
Worry lines
Crease your brow.
Lost soul, a retreat
Isn’t defeat.
Fertilize the emptiness
Seeds will flourish
I await in your solitude.

Insidious towers that line the edges of the woods
Pointed tips grow tall 
Inches measured in seconds.
Soldiers seeking to gain more territory.
They snuck across the edge as rains
Created a moss carpeted lawn.
I caught the horsetails peeking out.
I had no choice but to
mow them down.

You are what you become.
Each moment a century of pasts
Built upon layers 
Like no other
You transform your perceptions
Each action anoints the future
Pathways lined
In golden jewels 
You become what you are