a gentle reminder…

the sea
has invaded
a small corner
of
the ship’s lounge
just below
the fancy tables
staking claim
to
all onboard
a salty residue
a reminder
that
we shall
all
return to the sea
from which
we emerged from
at
the beginning
of
time

 

evolutionary rewind…

evolutionary rewind

these thoughts
i have
are
without consequence
they are
merely
my attempts
to order
my breaths
into harmonious chords
chords
once transcribed
into notes
of memory
will be
forgotten
never
to be sung
again
nor
played
upon
some
angelic harp
these notes
are
much too
sour
for that
my
words
the lyrics
are
empty prayers
that will not
halt
the procession
of tears
that carve
their way
across
a child’s
surviving parent’s face
nor
will they
feed
one
starving child
whose name
will remain
unknown
to most
accept
those
who stand
beside
their
gravesite
all
will be
forgotten
and
the circle game
will
begin
again