A Poem a Day (540): We are

We are

 

We are as we are,

as we were,

as we have ever been,

in the white,

in the black,

in the ever-shifting grey.

We are trivial,

we are deep,

we are all we are.

Water breathes sleep,

currents carrying air

to the lengths and breaths

of it all, whether large or

small. And in it

everything stands,

everything begins,

or draws to an end.

We find perfection

in affection, drawn

days, art frozen still,

painting, and we care

as we are,

as we might forever be,

holding hands

with those who care,

those who are

forever with.

 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, December 2, 2022