looking at the elderly, the youth’s sigh embraces the pity of decline   looking at them, our ancient exhale agrees - What happened to me?...

I watch the water lily, a burst of pink-yellow petals, mirroring itself in the still water, so beautiful   a simple life over in three...

I have a history of flying above it all not dirtying hands or feet clean set of strong wide wings   an albatross of indifference landing...