Monday, October 5, 2015

Body of Evidence

Time does not believe
In beauty or
Make no bones about
In the end
We are only
Spirit and skin
Quit sucking
Your belly
Be momentous
Live in the light
Fate waits
To tip
Our toes
Into night
Where we're
Left to waltz
On our imagination's
Dance floor

This is offered for Poetry Pantry at week my mom fell and fractured her thigh bone, and while I was waiting to board a plane to see her, my husband texted me that he was at the hospital. His father had a stroke, and couldn't speak. You never know what curves in the road are coming. And it makes me realize how much we have to enjoy the moment.