walking softly

...'there isn't anything that changes anything,
and what we say or do merely brushes the tops
of the hills, in whose valleys everything sleeps.'
Fernando Pessoa, 'The Book of Disquiet'

i’m walking softly and slowly

now days
i wish to hear my surroundings
without disturbing them
wish to see them carefully
so my pace is such
stop and watch, stop and touch
smell, inhale deeply
this now is mine
not to keep but to enjoy
wish all could share
especially those who can’t hear
those who can’t see
without hands or feet
whose hearts are scorned
whose mind is distraught
enjoy with me
the music of this moment
love, itself,
cannot be possessed
if shared selflessly,
one possesses all

be here now, remember

RIP

yesterday I saw a face of a young man

eyes closed body cold all the inner organs
removed but the suit was pressed nicely
it lay there undisturbed by the many hands
walking by to touch and say a goodbye

sadness, tears, some waliing filled this space

not just for his souls surprising departure
but of how he chose to cease his beating heart
stop the pain causing him to scream loudly
but quietly inside where no one else could hear

he chose to quiet these screams echoing

through the air down the rivers bend
as his body sped downward with gravity
mindlessly down, down  off a bridge
that didn’t even know his name

his mother his father his brothers his sister

his children their mother didn’t know
of his wishing to fly away. wanting to discard
the insuperable pain yet recklessly leaving behind
questions and queries and those screams  
the screams that now reside in them