Friday, October 16, 2009

Lifespan, darkly

I've been thinking . . .
we humans may be nothing more
than glorified mayflies.
To the mountain, or even the stately white pine,
our lives flash by,
jittering to and fro by fate,
like monarchs soaring on the vagaries of the wind.
We control nothing but the general bearing
to some extent,
the distance traveled.

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