I’m just a poem

Glowing in the filaments

Going home

Grown from the umbilicus

Hollow bones

A clay instrument

Love is the promised land

Come in from wilderness

If time 

Were measured

By the desert sand

It still would vanish

And slip through your hands

Eventually

It would all go 

As planned

Make your peace 

And see

If you can make it last

The spirit lives forever

While the body turns to ash

Every good deed

Is a seed that we plant

Know that you will see it

Nothing’s lost on that

Nothing else you take with you

Not a backpack

Seeking forgiveness

‘Cause I always backtrack

Needing healing from the sap

Trying to seal the cracks

Loss along the way

Waving flag at half mast

Still sailing

Still baking 

In the rays…