Beauty in Life

So much that I know,

So much I do not. This is

It is passing strange

To wish death upon someone

Is there despair? Yes.

But it can’t define who we are

You can easily

Turn into your enemy.

He spoke in silence,

Heard by touch, saw by tasting,

When I was younger,

I knew many things. But now,

Her family round her,

She did not suffer but slipped

Above, sandhill cranes

Announce their arrival with

In this close silence,

I hear the flow of my blood,

I cannot follow.

Seems I would rather be lost 

Ascend the mountain.

Take your time and catch your breath.

There is no dying,

Just endless cycles of time,

When I think of you,

I think of your hands--long and

I hear all of you,

But don’t know what to do with

And the jack-booted 

Terrorists take the children

The marsh lives in light, 

Colors changing by the hour.

Forgetting myself:

I did not recognize me,