I am a being for a minute time out of a vast eternity
flesh and blood, bone and gristle, brain and soul
formed of passion, navigating toward maturity,
enlightenment, some validation for this breath.
I am one of billions, part of all, yet all alone
a single voice that feels bewildered, bohemian, descant
I want to matter now and when I’m dead
I want the wind to remember my fragrance,
the trees recall my smile, the sun my fire,
the land forlorn for my footsteps and my song.