If my life is one for dropping
in and out
of other lives
then so be it.
Let me be a fly on the wall
collecting scraps
when necessary
bathing in all
that was meant for someone else.
I am a consumer of life
and an observer of days
I watch the way mouths rise and fall
upon the words
of another’s lips.
I sip coffee
and lounge in the taste
as though it was created
with my palette in mind.
When my feet occupy space
time steps out of the way
making room for me to see
the way my shadow
makes shapes
against the invading sun.
The wind knows better
than to keep itself at bay
it greets me with an overwhelming hello
and sometimes
a long
soft
tearful goodbye.
Nostalgia settles in my bones now
and I float
upon a carpet of laughter and cries
that make the best of days
and the worst of days
a beautiful dream
I’ll never taste again
-Life artist
