This is my legacy:
the wind and the dust,
the washing of the rain
and the coming of the day
across these remnants of my life.

I am not before or after,
just this-the sun and the bright moon,
the shadows of clouds and the
soft movement of trees in the
cool breeze, remembering and
forgetting what is here and gone.

This is enough.
This is all.
I will not be broken.
I will not be sad.

Just now is me
standing in the rain till
the sun comes out and
I am alone and the earth is speaking
and I am listening
and it is enough,
for this is legacy.

 

28/6/2025