Thursday, March 11, 2010

all the little lives

crumbling mushrooms
fed mice and squirrels last year
now return to earth

everything must die
so another may be fed
all those little lives

each breath means a choice
death is happening inside me
yet I am alive

no longer lonely
microscopic views reveal
the web of our lives

inspired by Simple Gestures: Part One


borut said...

Eight hours of sleep.
The land of dreams a closed book.
Spring sun feeds on snow.

Janet said...

oh, for 8 hours....
I seldom get that many
insomnia strikes