I went to the funeral of a young man, And saw pictures of him smiling. He looked fresh and very well. I remembered things about him, Episodes from days gone by. I watched feelings draped over friends and family, Now tugging at life’s certainties; Unpicking threads and seams. I heard Continue Reading
The moon moves through the sky but does not affect me. Rain reaches the ground but does not touch me. Cold and heat fluctuate; but I am immune. Life whispers like a silent TV.