Poem: On Living

On Living

living is odd

we cling to it

tire of it

resent it

wonder at it

soak in it every day

the fish searching for the ocean

how strange that

awareness of our own existence

can be both blessing

and curse

a jagged mirror

by which we can both see

and cut ourselves

how can i have one and not the other?

how can i find strength and encourage my brother?

there is no way I fear

but to live my own mystery

to gaze deep into my wells

and pray i live life

well...

maybe

just maybe

my sister will catch my gaze

tire of it

resent it

wonder at it

and find

their own treasured waters

in which to swim -rrf