Momento Mori

On your bed
Above your head
Vast wide open
Future.

Past slung over
Your shoulder.
Time has gotten older.

Reach out
Like a babe
To be held.

Lifted by
Loves,
Aches,
Joys.

Pull away
From noise,
Towards
The waiting mystery.

A capsule of history
Swallows you.
Stretch out in the blue,
Weightless hue.

Fly over rowed pews,
With altered views.
Houses, yards,
Streets and cars,

Beach and parks,
Songs of larks.
Welcome to your
Moment.

1/12/22