1
The priest hurried out the
door carrying his coffee.
His world looked heavy.
I am having a cappuccino
with the Friend, who places
the world upon my shoulders,
and it is so light.
2
What am I turning into?
Sinking into the Sea,
I do not drown.
Drinking the Wine in a tavern
I sink to the floor, singing.
I seem to be sinking a lot,
and there is no bottom in sight.
3
I speak.
You speak.
I hear.
You hear.
Do we listen?
“To what?”
We ask.
4
Time limits, but does not bind.
It passes and is gone.
We seek to erase its tracks
with pleasant little lies,
to hide the fact that we,
like time shall pass and be gone.
TF © 08Sept2010
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