amusing

 

it is better to be
alone as you grow
old,
that way no one
can be a witness
to the leaves of
yourself:

your mind,

your body,

your soul,

your creativity

growing dry,
falling, failing,
becoming lost
in the dirt of
years.

it must all be
quite amusing
to God,
all the gifts we
are given
like an angry
sea grown
calm and
finally
recedes,

as we find our
way to the
end of the
black rainbow.

how fragile,

how fragile.

poor China
dolls in the
hands of
careless
giants.