eo.2022

what have i learned
ah well,
much about the apple plucked off that tender branch,
tempting,
curled down,
beckoning your eye,
ears turned toward every horizon,
look,
there,
glistening in the midst of impermanence,
a lost and lonely jewel,
reflecting the light of the sun,
waiting for the song that rises up from the dust,
with somewhere somesign ago,
then a land called harmony,
where the word is the breath is the bird is the bugs,
is the rivers all running through dirt and the mud,
where the word is the sky,
and the winds are chasing the sun to a place that is yet to hear a whisper in the night that just says tomorrow,
and now,
here i am,
sugar on my chin,
damned to sin again.
and i have seen your face,
and i know that ill hear that song again in my mourning,
and it will be a great comfort then.