November 1986

 

Reflection

 

in a cautious state

of mind I roam’d

exploring these horizons

so long that wrap’d this world

 

pushing

touching

feeling

knowing

 

always moving on

 

and looked below me

where I stood

to see a face well known

wreathed by reed

held by mud

floating on a breath

waving upon

flowing crystal

 

all I am

was once before

in some forgotten form

and to it will return

I

the creation’s crown

but breath this freshness

once

and graduate to dust