sunday mourning

you call my
name & i don't
recognize my
self.

my young,
naked body is
escaping into the
shadows.

i love that
image & i
mourn its
loss.

imagine an
exhausted man, nearly
drowned, swimming
in sight of distant
island.

every instant is a
decision to go
on.

with each
stroke he
ages.

his skin
stretches, his
muscles sag, his
bones turn
frail.

he breaches the
surf & reaches the
beach before becoming
unconscious.

upon waking, he
kisses the sand in
amazement &
blesses the
sky.

he breathes as if
for the first
time & congratulates
his self for
defeating his
fate.

he remembers his
love & his friends &
dreams of home & of
wealth & power.

but these are gone
along with his
youth.

startled, his
third eye opens &
his heart
expands––

a million suns
glinting on the
gleaming
sea.