Grace @ Everyday Amazing
The dead man sits on wooden bench, rained with fallen leaves.
He marvels how sky light ripples the leaves
to cantaloupe gold, to dusky orange, to flaming red.
How the colors speak to him:
music interlude, flare of sunset, smell of overripe fruits-
Today, right now
pierces his numbed bones
as if his skin is made of a thousand dragonfly wings.
He gets a small jar to capture the air & scent of autumn.
He wants to slice & label
Today, right now
With BIG, BOLD letters.
But the night wind is faster
sweeping leaves to decay & rot,
wrapping them with glaze of first snowdrop-
Even now
time does not stop nor linger
Even though tomorrow means nothing
to the dead man now
He feels the weight of his feet, moving as caterpillar
during last of summer nights: voracious, hungry
for every leaf, for every color shading the grass
He pens in his journal:
Today I am hungry
and I have never felt so alive
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - We are getting inspiration from The Book of Dead Man by Marvin Bell ~ Thanks for the visit ~
