How flickering fleet is this:
the moment we stand upon earth.
Precious and few years
of wasted wondering at our purpose,
second-guessing every passing
movement while waiting for the unknown
to bind us to an action, a course, a journey.
To affect. To ennoble. To immortalize.
We are stardust
and in a breath
we may be cast into the unknown
Never to be
upon the hand from which we are blown.
August 2005 – September 2013