Oh peacock,
you twirl your feathers so.
You prance
and you dance;
you seem to think
you know what you know.
But were you able to see
all you pretend to see,
you might be more inclined
to be as I looking on.
Not just a pretty bird,
a spectator of the show.
You’d see your promenade
as a mere disguise from
all that you hide inside.
It is my thoughts propelling me forward,
it is my thoughts that brought me here;
pushing through time
and while against it,
trying to be always in its favor.
The dawn of a new day
marks the end of another;
light reflects from a rock
while the sun is upon us-
A constant reminder of all that was
and all that will never be.
I.
May your gracious light shine upon me;
feel my body to be sure I am real.
There is security in what I see;
there is something to be made whole.
For a mere parcel am I made
of many parts
of a world,
a universe,
an infinity of surprises
unfolding before me,
leaving me to wonder
how or why
I became.
II.
Darkness surrounds
But then
through a break
there is light.
I appear,
vulnerable and naked,
clinging to your warmth
as I surrender old dreams,
those that brought me here before.
I am one of you now,
my mind as limited as yours.
My memory serving me well enough for this life,
but not well enough to grasp
the timelessness of our existence.
