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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