THE TIME BEING

This is just a matter of choice:

How awesome the sight of you,

Any vivid feeling of you.

I turn and there you are.

If I don’t

You are there too, but,

Unaware-

This is blindness, madness,

Lack of common sense.

Just undergoing your intrinsic aim

makes this my world trustworthy…

That can be anyone or anything

Beginning with F, M or S.

Any drop of rain.

The far away stars.

The smell of the wind.

The flavour of my guilty beers.

It’s the time I’ve lived,

All the years I’ve suffered

and enjoyed.

It’s my Brother’s loss.

My Son’s impassive presence.

It’s my best friend’s catching laughter.

All the men I’ve adored

And those who managed to adore me.

A simple smile from an unknown.

All the efforts from the handicapped.

It’s the Sun, the Moon, the Sea…
It’s Mother Nature and

The incomprehensible outer space.

My plants as they grow.

My loneliness as it grows.

Every candle I light.

and the ”there- must- be -a –good-

reason- for- such- disgrace.”

I turn to wish this luminosity

was my eternal companion.

Now I’ve come to understand:

What we call God

Is everything between

Myself and Death.

© Dulce Rosales