POETRY

Greeting

I was greeted this morning by death

In the forms of youth

and dreams unfulfilled -

 

an intensity of feelings at first,

dissipating slowly

into the numbing

of routine and pleasantries

 

and this harsh desert sun

that burns through the core,

bearing the heat

like a crown of thorns

 

the color of blood stained 

dirt, I tread heavily upon

reminds me that 

I’ve been here before 

 

And at some point

exhaustion,

provoking this apology

I must humbly offer:

 

I am sorry to the world 

that I cannot start again.

All of life is bubbling up all around me,

and I,

I am nowhere to be found