not now

At this angle, you can't tell
if she's swimming, smiling or climbing.
Does that make sense? A hill can look like
a speed bump. A mountain can look like
climbing a skyline.

Someday, all of these things
will look like nothing to me,
if only I get the chance to be.

The sun came out today,
and when the warmth caressed my face,
I wanted nothing more than to be loved
and to love in return.

Life is difficult. Perhaps
the most difficult thing to me, however,
is the idea that I came into this world alone,
and will exit it, alone.

My brothers are more fortunate.
At least they came into this world, together,
and had each other through the beginning, the middle,
will have each other forever.

All of the people I love
will eventually leave me.
The idea keeps me up, and as I write,
I note the sweat of my palms.

The idea
gives me qualms.

I know, though,
I will be okay. The
sunlight continues to kiss my face.
Sad passes, happy passes, it all passes.

I will pass too.
But not now.