Where is the sense in making
peace with a past that is filled
with the dry bones of death?
Does it make sense to remain
in this land where flesh is no longer
and breath has since departed?
Even the present should be handled wisely
For, it rushes into the past
in a blink of an eye
but is kind enough to offer its
hand to a future
that lies in our core
..coiled around the sleeping form
© Vivian Zems
An Excerpt from my poetry book…. coming soon!😀