Hot House Mamas
Wish I could save you
from all the fissures, cracks
and hot flashes
I know what it’s like dying
to see a once strong body
slip away
to find yourself on your knees
where you used to stand
pains in your back or along
a ridge
garbage like cancer growing
we are hot house mamas
shifting temperatures like tides
capillaries and veins showing
recycling won’t save us
how can one recycle a life?
We want to believe in
reincarnation
maybe there’s more to this
maybe this is not an ending
we will wake up
renewed
lessons learned
ready to begin again
Human
What are we in the end anyway
but a conglomeration of light
flashes of darkness
just beyond the reach
of the eye
spirit, solidified for a thousand
moments
We found a way
to harness air
to swallow it deep inside
believed ourselves to be more
than molecules
greater than the stars