Today
Loss became abundant
Mortality
Closer

Sitting at the altar of my life
I stare at impermanence
Longing
For release
From my ailing efforts

I repeat and repeat and repeat
And repeat
And somehow
Stand still
Growing ever so slightly
More aged

Trees sigh at my impatience
Whilst birds nest
Huddled in their branches

It is not hard to find inspiration
If one takes care to look