Guillermo Veloso (September 25 1962 / New York City)

We pack our time in
Bundles of 10
Each year a fractal of the greater life
Time and passage
Pain in nerve and bone
The shadows of their lives
Stain holy ground
The essence of their being
A part of our everyday smells
We move amongst the worms of time
Broken down to the simple core
A changed world
Yet oddly the same
They are among us
In the rustle of a leaf
In the empty space of a quiet moment
And the searing light of a
Newborn’s eyes