A year in the swirl of the twirl of a life
A blink and a tear from the center of her eye
It came, and it passed, unpaused by the strife
Ignoring the very question, an existential “Why?”
It spun, and it sputtered, finally rushing ahead
A child, somewhat wild, quietly perplexed
Dreams in rough shape yet decidedly undead
Broken, not battered, mildly vexed
Swiftly absorbing the ending of reality’s play
She’s a year, a lifetime, a decade of plenty
Living a lifetime in moments today
Flashing forward, to tomorrow, twenty-twenty
The cold steel gazes upon the fragile flower,
losing its petals in the breezeless sun.
Twisted metal climbing to the clouds while ivy dies on the trellis,
masking darkness only with fleeting life.
Mortal made versus a once eternal beauty,
and man versus a gift that gave a thousand-fold before sunset.
Where there was no end, concrete was placed stealing the illusion
that we could plunge into the sky
and dance along the points of light
to beyond what we know.
We gave it up, sold out, and found a temporary peace with each other
amidst the noise of reality.
Yet when I am alone, under a fall frosted tree,
I remember the mystery and the mastery
of the magic of the unknown.
I resolve to fight the man.
I resolve to shake the hand of the enemy of you and me.
I’m unbroken, outspoken, a healer of the heartbroken.
I resolve to solve your negativity with my undying electricity.
I resolve to love full the hole in your soul.
I’m unshaken, oft mistaken, an adopter of all things forsaken.
I’m a woman.
I am resolution.