He approached me
eyes downcast, and
in the mirror,
I approached him–
future, present, past colliding
in that moment of
resurrection and reversal.
All is universal, in the pause between
two heartbeats, when one meets
another, and that other is
oneself. He approached me,
and when at last he raised them,
I saw they were my own.
(An epiphany of me)
Born to roam, never
Always quite at home;
Half a toad, half a turtle–
Life’s a joy; life’s a hurdle
To be cleared and caught
Talk is cheap, thought’s
Expensive. Circle wide; view extensive.
Present tense, future perfect and
Imperfect: never not anticipating.
To say, not much; to
Do, much more: broken window defeats
Closed door. And on and on, and further
Still, bridges to cross, milk to spill.
Words to spell and rearrange;
Clothes to wear and, then, to change.
Danger is but fear embraced–
What’s a life that is not chased by
Angry ghosts and fleeting sands?
The tortoise, only,
Understands the need for speed as
All goes by, so slow, so fast…
Never stop; it