I worry about this:
that the oceans will absorb our lives,
casting us to the seas
as nothing more than chum for the sharks;
that the ball on which we balance so precariously
will be dropped by unsteady hands
onto a ground unprepared for impact;
that the glorious sounds of this earth will fall silent
in my ears so much that I, too,
fall silent with my voice;
that you will not always be here
with me
forever.
I worry about this the most,
so selfish am I in my own desires.
What it is to feel
soft sand under foot,
waves lapping at ankle,
warm sun on back.
Where else in the universe
is there a place
rich with pleasures as this?
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Worries of My World
I worry about this:
that the oceans will absorb our lives,
casting us to the seas
as nothing more than chum for the sharks;
that the ball on which we balance so precariously
will be dropped by unsteady hands
onto a ground unprepared for impact;
that the glorious sounds of this earth will fall silent
in my ears so much that I, too,
fall silent with my voice;
that you will not always be here
with me
forever.
I worry about this the most,
so selfish am I in my own desires.
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