A Handful of Life

Still, silentI want to bury my head in the laketo feel the chill of autumn

Fleeting light and passing shadow slip from my fingertipsbrushing lightly over the fallen leavesdisturbing the dust

The city, black and whitedistorted backdrops and seas of peoplethe ceaseless flow through cold and heat

So then, add the color backpick up the graffiti penand see what surprises are left

Real, sincerethe worldly wisdom behind foolish wordstaken up and put down, a few rounds

A salute to what you believeto loving what you seekto the eternal that is the instant—most beautiful