Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Theme with Variations

Morning conversations about death over coffee,
No stages, just calm as the horizon,
The ticking of the day the only sound.

And afternoon, what you can no longer do
Is the way for you to slow down,
That's what it took, although you still plant seeds
And pull now-overpoweringly resistant weeds.

In the evening you are permanent again,
We share like always secret thoughts
That came from timeless being, the light inside your eye 
Is in my heart, and we are naked, 
The flesh pulled back from the hologram.