MayPoWriMo 12

As time moves irretrievably further
into the past
the thought halfheartedly occurs

that this is all for nought
that surely we
do not survive even the barrier

between dream and waking how
then can it be
that death shall have no dominion

are not these stones in our path
for tripping over—No
when you wake from this long slumber

you will be as you ever were written
on the fabric
of every moment you pass through

even if we do not remember and no
one will remember
you are not going to beyond

but belong
and in belonging find a home
like this one here