by Nolo Segundo
(Inspired by a poem by John Clare)
You are, and not as feared…
Just a birthing and a dying,
Nothing before, nothing after.
No, that is your body(and brain)
—but you are forever,
Without begin, without end,
a soul stepping briefly
Out of eternity into a fragile
Shell alone and lost
In a world of life and death,
Sunrise and sunset, desire and
Regret. Yet you forget what you
Truly are: the very breath of God.
And so you blunder through this
Dream-speckled life like an
Orphaned child hungering for home.