Incarnation

Begin and end-

Simple enough to say.


End and begin-

Being and beginning


How many lives

are we destined for

on this world?


If I were not human

I would wish to be

a young sapling

growing steadily

in the ground.


I would relish the sun

and caresses of the wind.


I would drink thirstily

from my roots and

grow until I could

provide shade

beneathe my branches.


Music reaches my ears

as my hand rests upon my chin.

I think of something and

then nothing at all.