As time crawls its relentless crawl across the epic flowing river of space,
my mind expands, enveloping our little watery rock called Earth,
traveling past the planets, past El Sol, past the heliopause which defines
the end of our sun's domain and the beginning of interstellar space,
and then I begin a journey through our Milky Way galaxy,
the dark dusty spires which birth bright new stars,
the voids of emptiness that glide by like an owl in the night,
all these things rise and fall in my mind like the inhalation and exhalation
of my chest and the steady thumping of my beating heart.

I am here, exploring the cosmos for a 39th year,
rising above the maelstrom,
creating vibrant health however I can,
loving with all that I am,
dreaming words onto the page,
singing songs into the night,
playing the keys to the rhythm of a ticking clock,
the one that foreshadows all endings,
tick tick tock, time stalks us all but I rise again
battling past moments upon moments,
I am here now,
hurtling into the future.

Hear my cry,
my clarion call.

Not a plaintive sob
but a proud native squall,
speaking as the bear speaks,
flying as the hawk flies,
swimming as the salmon swims,
thinking as a human being,
flames of recognition burning in my eyes,
as I release myself into living,
again and again.

I am here now,
hurtling into the future.

Hear my cry,
my clarion call.

08/27/2014

Author's Note: My Birthday poem, on my 39th.

Posted on 08/27/2014
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