Own Poem

For this post, I'm supposed to share a poem of my own that I wrote. I decided to share a poem that I wrote for another class of mine, Poetry Workshop with Prof. Peary. Here it is:


An Observation

Who are you?
What is this conflict, in the heart
Of the interior, of Nature?
Beneath the green canopies
And above the mineral floors?
Does Nature balance itself out,
By some unseen scale,
Veritas, Aequitas, Libertas.
It's the law that we must abide.

Why are we afraid to die?
The only things that are absolute
Are God and death.
No one knows what lies yonder,
On the other side of the dark waters.
It is the only and last adventure

I have bore witness to a man dying
Living out his last days.
He knows it is coming but we don't speak
There's nothing appealing about it.
I see no excitement,
Watching his journey back to God.

It;s hard not to wonder
What it is going to be like,
Knowing that these breaths,
And these faces
Are the last you'll take, and the last you'll see.
I only hope that it's as easy as it seems.

In many forms we exist
From the earth we sprang
And to the earth we revisit.
I'll be able to feel you in the wind,
In rain cascading from roof edges
Grass that tickles ankles,
And sun warmed skin on cool spring afternoons.