Spirit
The spirit survives
its changing form, like seeds sown in autumn
anticipating
the promise of flowers blooming in spring.
Or a chance wind
sweeping starlings to flight, to grasp at life
to flake the air like soot
the ambiguity of then and now confused.
The present etches
the surface like riddles scribbled in sand,
the past burnished
with pain illuminates the future.
Seeking solitude
spirit transcends time and space, embracing
life in all its forms
the earth, the waves, the flames of the universe.
