Old friend

We have all known fate before.

Closer to it at birth, and then
progressively dimmer in our minds.
That ever expansive time
before we came into existence.

I don’t remember it being bad, so
Why be afraid?

When I must
inevitably return to that
curious place
I will greet it with a smile,
embrace it comfortably…

Dearest old friend-
I have so much to tell you.

What I am

What am I?

If I leave no trail-
if my existence dwindles…

Not for me to decide,
or you.
Or him, or her
or them.

I am human-

Grass between toes

Fire consuming heart

Water racing in veins

Air inflating lungs

Life is in me.