wingspan

This is is the wingspan of your life.

From the point where you started existing in your mothers womb.

The birth - dated, documented, celebrated.

Photos in dusty old albums on the shelf in your childhood home.

Set to start, just put into this world.

Oh, you didn’t know - how could you?

The flight you'd have ahead.

You’ve cast stones into water,

Moved the ocean, played your part.

Your waves are still rolling

As at last you pour out your heart.

You’ll die.

Don’t let that stop you.

It will - anyway, eventually, nonetheless.

Until then you’ll cross peaks and valleys.

Chase sunsets and the time, oh the time.

You will run away from it.

Sometimes grasp it tight, clutch,

You don’t want it to ever leave you.

As the crow flies over

You’ll take your last breath.

Flickering eyes - full exposure.

Long life. End of flight. Death.

You touched the sky.

The imprint is still there.

Life is supposed to be a circle,

But you've made it a square.