Pinpointing My True Position Eternally
Savor your days and nights they are fleeting and someday there will come your last.
We own land that we don't own when we die, it is passed on and all that we own is gifted or sold, we are but temporal beings basking in our haves until they are
Pinpointing My True Position Eternally.
I squat,
in the bitter cold
of a waning March,
where the only warmth
around me lies in
the tip of my cigarette
freshly lit.
I draw
into my lungs
a man made rush,
then purge it with
a long sigh of white,
that curls in a cloud
of toxic gas.
Smoking is the only
addiction that
shows you the evidence
of what is slowly
killing you inside
but that one blazing
orange coal suspended
just inches from my
frozen face gives me
a modicum of feigned warnth.
As I gaze up
to other burning
points of light,
that hang a
trillion miles above,
Familiar night lights
that wooed me,
even as a child
they instilled wonder.
The fingernail moon
tonight seems to scrape a
small window to the stars
through the winter clouds
I've often
pontificated on how
many other creatures
far more bizarre then I,
orbit those
distant points
of pin prick light.
Staring with
eight eyes
or omnipotence
at my own star
distant and cold,
pondering who might
worship its warmth.
It just seems a bit
too boastful,
to think of man
as the only intelligent life,
in that vast spread
of possibilities above.
besides we are not
all that intelligent
Considering that
our intellectual existence,
thrives on war,
self destruction and hate,
punctuated by
peaceful periods
much like the stars.
I flick
my dying habit
in a long arc,
its orange contrail
lighting up the darkness
as it splashes
into the snow
in a flare of embers.
like a tiny meteor
leaving a small
crater and ash
Then the night
grows colder
as I realize,
that unlike the stars
I am temporal,
a bit of organic matter
slowly burning out.
Soon to be flung
into the earth's grasp,
all evidence of
warmth extinguished,
with that long
final puff of
life's sweetness.
But those stars
will burn on far above,
gently illuminating
the tiny void left by
my dismissal
from mankind,
and perhaps they will
guide my soul's journey
onward to realms
yet unknown.
