People are people.
And life is hard.

I’ll arch my spine
so you can see
the ribs in my chest,
the essence of me.

Let the bones
erupt from my core.
This heart doesn’t need
a cage anymore.

Day, break over me
Let your sunny-side yolk
Wash over me.

Draped across a bed
of sleepy green clovers
Wet with morning dew.

I begin again,
Anew.

I was never yours
To put me down
So don’t try to put me down, now.

When I was never yours to start.

I was always too much for you.
And you couldn’t lift me up to start,

So don’t try to put me down now
When I’m already down and out.

I thirst
For knowledge
And meaning
And sensation
And feeling

And to be desired
And to quench my desires
And to sleep peacefully
In the arms of another

And to know God

And to eat fresh fruit
Plucked from trees

And to roam
With my ancestors
Among olive trees

And to feel my feet
On dewy grass
In the springtime

And to know youth again

And to give to the hands of the needy
And to receive gratefully, what I need

And to celebrate
For eternity
At a long, wooden table
Among full, smiling faces
Of those I adore.

let's be children again
and roam the streets
on hot summer days
with nothing to complete

I can sense before with such sweetness, that spring.
Although at the time, all I could feel was the rain.

It's late in the summer now.
And God willing, I'll still be here when autumn comes.

Perhaps then, in retrospect,
the summer will not seem so hot.