another year gone but what does it mean

my heart broke at her death his and even my own

this happens each moment so not a good measure

ground that echoes each heavy step does not hold me

I fall through endless lives to walk this street

and carry all the time I have but here

do you need it

I fill your hands to overflow with eons and the sound of love

don’t blink

should I hear a voice in this turbulent wind

I would laugh and ask it to sing

sermons already abound in this world

wisdom too can be found if sought

joy always seems in shorter supply

so give us a wild song to which we can dance

later when we’ve gone to sit by the fire

then we will ponder the mystery of it all

some things I learned that will not leave me

although I can sometimes leave them

the weight and shape of loneliness

a piece of furniture that travels easily

now hidden away in a back room

still I have opened the door after a walk

to find it sitting next to a table

where I’ll let it be for awhile before storing it away

the fragility of existence

a book whose pages I turn again and again

having found that the story ever changes

the ending certain but the how of it unknown

the unexpected gifts of love and kindness

these I keep on full display

scattered around as constant reminders

ready at hand if someone has need

they are the oddest of all, I’ve found

by the giving away they only increase