Friday, March 17, 2017

Poem: Perspective

If you knew,
   having tossed the bones,
      read the swirling leaves
         and consulted the wise ones,

that before another winter had
     dusted the stairs with snow
          your life would end,
              how would you change?

Would you be more patient,
     more honest, more open to love,
           more prone to generosity, in that,
              your final spin around our star?

 Would you hoist sail, take a friend, and go?
      Would you pay any price
          to lay your open hand upon
              the cold, dark back of the whale?
         


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