It's Been Awhile

My how time runs like sand through my fingers!

His white-washed bones rattle and clink as he grasps.

This skeleton man who never knew he died

he clings to life like he can still live it

the wine runs down his vacent gullet

a poor substitute for the life blood that once bathed those bones in vitality.

As for me, I am still among the living

blessed to feel the stretch and snap of limbs and tendons

made supple in the summer sun

My joy stretches out around me and I extend everything outwards

I would embrace you all if I could.