Dipping my finger 
in the ash
all that’s left 
of life lived 
I draw lines 
of long black 
scoop and smudge 
I make outlines 
and let others 
color in same 
making their art
out of me 

The day went 
like a big
brother with friends 
I tagged along
a little shrimp
thinking that I 
was big but 
ran I had 
to do to
just keep up 
lost I did
my way as
he disappeared behind 
the clouds and 
beneath the mountains 
and I home 
again and alone 
where is he 
on the other 
side of the 
world being dawn

This being then
when my someday 
has finally come 
back when I 
didn’t know where
and trusting in
in the what
I’d never imagined 
it would be 
just like this 
then like that
trust in things 
you can’t see

Now I think 
that I know 
what souls feel 
once freed from 
their body’s chains 
because I should 
care and yet
I don’t care 
one little bit 
I’m looking forward 
in fact to 
the moment when 
I don’t remember 
any of this 
and that’s when 
all this why
won’t even matter 

Having then
understanding that 
I know 
nearly nothing 
I think 
that I’ll
just sit
here wondering 
and wandering 
and waiting 
for thoughts 
to come 
yes that 
is precisely 
what I 
will do