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 windowsills with snow,
          your life would end,
              how would your life change?

Would you be more generous
    or more honest,
        more loving and forgiving?
            Only once more round our burning sun... .

 Would you seek those whom you had lost?
      Would you pay any price
          to lay your open hand upon
              the dark back of the whale?
         


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