All Is, Ans That Is All Poem by John Tansey

All is, And That is All



As a boy, I remember the snow

Through a classroom window.



stimulated by its crisp cold

To a gasp echoing down the years



Until now, and breathing it in



all the loss of my life, I have ingested

It is part of me, now



The excess pounds are the bones

And the memories are part of my spirit


As they add to my girth
John
Like the time-layered rings



Of an own gnarled tree

Leaning in Winter



All is

And that is all.


John Tansey





Winter 2018

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