and that was my testament, like I was planning to pass
on, which I am not, but
then who knows when the last breath
of wind is gonna flow,
like  a will, leaving nothing to anyone
or a spirit watching over your destiny,
or an old wise woman tending Petunias
or Peonies in a flowered smock,
or the Pine tree watching it all so patient,
just shedding needles as if he doesn't
need them, or a great mountain
standing so patient watching
every sunrise and each sunset
like it is infinity.