poem

A modern attitude
spoke of the last night on Earth.
I didn’t tumble too far into the
cold water- it wasn’t for me.

I backed away from the
truest absence and little
by little the old became
here again

Much like a timeless line
written for humanity

And much like the golden tongue
of a child singing because the
happiness within them has
no other way to become tangible

-M. Taggart