11/30/2009

Like a Father

When I see everyday
angels and devils

and leave my body for
its fragile shadow, I
understand mortality

its winding, unwinding
re-winding nature.

To remove the shape
of what defines us
is to quickly become
the nothing-ness.

Am I afraid to fall
asleep, to pass through
darkness without resisting
more?

Will I return to what
I was before I was or
will someone lying next
to me, remember me?

In the beginning, God
had hoped better for us
like fathers do.

No comments: