Children splash and laugh
Swim and frolic
Lay out on towels
In the hot sun
Browning young skin
On the fine grey sand
I the child
Dig down into the beach
Find the water
Swirl sand into slurry
Lift it out
Dripping from fingertips
I the child
Dig down into the beach
Find the water
Swirl sand into slurry
Lift it out
Dripping from fingertips
Edges unaligned
Contexts out of reference
Colours unbalanced
Such sweet gift I proffered
To other souls
None taking
In silence
I listen
In darkness
I find light
In mystery
I find insight
In questions
I find…
Let diligence
And patience
Bring on
The insightful
Flood
Let my spirit
Rise
From the flat
Featureless plain
That was me
Until
I discovered non-being
And realized
Being
Was not
All it was cracked up
To be
As I test
Who I am
What I do
What I have
Against
Who I might have been
What I might be doing
What I might have
Then cross them
To see what’s there
Or bring it here
And burn them
To keep what’s there
Away from here
To pick them now
Would be a sin
Though lovely vase
I’d put them in
No matter rooms
They’re brightening
After a while
All anyone sees of me
Is the walls
After a while
All that is left of me
Is the walls