Our Path and I Am From

Our Path




It is

The tinny sound of the 1920’s

To what we think of as modern ears

Ballroom music

Must be a wedding next door



It’s eerie now

Like the Overlook



In such a beautiful setting

It must be filled with ghosts



I am from 1956

Another world

But I can’t wake up to see

This is the dream

And I am from a place where souls hold light inside



My time here

Important

Too

This is the hope



I am from another world where flesh is sometimes so very missed

That we come to earth

And climb into skin

Once and again



Holding each other until the cancer comes

Or the car accident

Or the heart attack

I am from a place

Where others like me consider

It all to be worthwhile

I am from a place where my cells have begun to return

Aware of the path



Nothing ends.