About the living,
another step in time and
I don't understand why.
How could the Great Blue Heron
wash away the cold night?
Alone in a wilderness,
that I have never ventured,
into a beginning
I have never remembered.
About the living,
we come to live, experiences
and memories.
Does a flower recall yesterday?
Each live to die,
to learn possibly one
tiny quanta of truth,
for their soul to carry towards
the infinite understanding,
of what we are.
