Moments stretch

Their hands

To touch my shoulders

And I am old

As a river

Flowing forever.

Eternity sits

By my window

And I become


A baby

Just being born.

Each day

I give birth to my soul

In my body

A broken cradle.

Each day

My feet younger

To begin a journey

To night

To the depth of solitude

Surrounding me with noise.

Nov. 1996.

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