Borderland
If you had a crystal ball and could
see deep-
Ly through the white light just
before you
Died there it would be—your true
life, stories
You hadn’t realized you’d sold,
children
You didn’t know were happy, a mother
who
Could really sing, a playful father
with
Calm eyes, you were fluent in
eastern
Languages, your form on the dance
floor
Graceful and full of power, you were
power-
Ful and had no needs, weren’t
mindful, only
Smiles and breaths and hands that
held
And aches that reminded you only
that
You’d lived well.
