10 Last Thoughts

Are we more than synapses–         nerves and tendons?

My spirit languishes because unfed

like a garden untended

For is it not true that the spirit             must          be          grown?

It does not come developed;

Rather, it     must     be    nurtured    with    care.

At the end of life’s tumult, only             one question remains:

Was the soil made to yield or was it simply given to the weeds?

Hold.            We are not like flowers, you say,     but far more complex.

In response, I say:                      You will see that your needs are just as basic, given time.

In darkness you’ll wilt, without water and light you’ll starve—