over here
over there
in the air
everywhere
do we own it
can we see it
has life been fair?
are we going
were we here
reaping what we sow
we think we know
who we are
in our convertible car
riding around the block
under moon and stars
midnight smell of jasmine
blowing through our hair
conscious three score and ten years
is that all the time we get?
lights out forever
we had feared
to a land called never.
plug your ears
cover your eyes
and say nothing
through all the tears…
yet, if one has the yen for it
he may live slightly longer
but don’t we
live in our heads
stuffed with beliefs
things he and she said
asleep in bed
taking up wings
flying away
waking
once more
gratefully
in the warmth
of a new morning sun.
