now

when we knew nothing

we carelessly lived as if

each day meant so little insignificance

brushed by our rush to do what was done

no remarkable acknowledgment of the sun

its rise and cross to its loss ~ gone

in one shattered pronouncement 

all that had been neglected was suddenly

beyond expected 

is this what it takes to appreciate

what is in our eyes' paths

that we then accept from our true hearts

each experience recounted with breaths

inhaled then exhaled

called memories til 

we too have left