By and By
in the realm
of reality
dust is dirt
that floats in air
and smoke is steam
that rises and goes no
where
and a single grain of sand
is just a speck
a drop of ocean
that fell
like a faraway star
this sense of somewhere
beyond mortal understanding
of time and place
we find ourselves
in the least of these
remembering moments
that bend
like the light
as the body ages
without sound
the inside stays
anew
centenarians the world over
concur
and have in their hearts
the same refrain
that you held
my hand
when it hurt
and let me cry
when the shadows fall
and the room goes dark
and you have to go it
a
l
o
n
e
journeying
way away from earth
from all earthly things
headed home
from whence
you were
evermore
TL