Reid@YWP

The Sun is setting                                                                 &nbs

A giant stares down to sea –

Earth

in its entirety. 

Until the rising waves

make crests like mountains,

move like mountains, 

A circle and three lines

Put everywhere the sun can shine

Left and right, big or small,

Short little houses and buildings tall

We know the symbol, we’ve known it for long

But do we really know its sweet song?

Every year the lines in her face deepen 

Her lips turn slightly thinner

And her hands somehow grow softer

Yet her laugh remains the same

Her smile still as wide

I am young, 

But if I where a dog I would be in my late 70s

And I have lived for 4x longer than most hamsters

And 170 lifetimes of a fly.

Each day I live is all a mayfly lives in their entire life.

My first car has absorbed the beauty of your soul

The wholeness of your heart

Your voice rushes through the air vents and echoes through the quiet space

It blows the flyaways of my hair