April 12, 2020

#PoetrySunday - 4/12/20

#PoetrySunday - 4/12/20


I’ve been feeling some sharp
but not entirely unpleasant discomfort
and i keep trying to brush it off
as anxiety
or sadness
or fear.
But I know that it’s none of these.

I’m only just admitting to myself
the limits of my time here
and the quiet, finite edges
of being human.

I'm embodying the truth - that there will be a humanity
that goes on without me
that discovers that which I will never know
that evolves and thrives
while I fade into the passing seasons
with only the faintest,
imperceptible echos of my one-time existence
all but forgotten by our collective,
rippling out slowly in an afternoon breeze
and perhaps, in a  brief pause
that someone, someday makes
before going about the important business
of being alive.