Saturday, September 02, 2017

Thank you

Did you see the mayflies at dawn? 

Swarming across the river, 

Brazen display of their nuptial dance. 

In a world that exists only in memory, 

Did they foresee how short their time would be?

I realized God didn't make them.

It was me. 

So, I lighted a match on my arm,

stared into the sunset through my elbow, 

gathered some flowers upon my wrist 

And dropped a tear on my shoulder.

When dusk approaches,

these memories you have

will become the anchors

In our space and time,

Lighting my way back home.