Temporary, an idle moment

where stars can’t catch

our location

I’m outrun, the land keeps

stretching before me

my footsteps never know

the distance.

Kneel with me at the sea,

let me know how the wind feels

as we pay homage to the ones that died before us

Died at their time,

those that love from somewhere else.

I can’t grow with my foot in my mouth thinking I will never catch up—

Or that the mystery of life leaving

our bodies needs to be solved.