Poem 102906

LIGHTLY

I am going to soar above you all.
And It will feel so good.

I will leave this place soon,

like I left my birth.

And you will scream and moan with pain.

And I will hold you and pat you on the back

and say "It's okay, don't worry."

Then I will know that you have been born again,

and one day you will grow more

and leave me too.

And I will wail and scream

until someone pats me on the back

and says "Don't worry, it's okay."

And just before I die,

I will be born again.

And we will soar together
like ribbons from a child's present

tusseling in the wind.

And we will land entangled

on a kwanzan cherry tree

until we have rotted away

from the screaming rain.

Copyright Chase Adams 2006