The Arrangement Poem by James McLain

All that has ever been said, other's have said before,
They even then,
When looking up, wanted to taste the moon.
Unseen ripples in space, like those at the sea,
Is now felt like the water and sand,
Moist, warm and wet in between your five toes.
Back and forth like a ship out at sea,
How many waves have you felt and let go.
Shooting stars flying around, inside or out,
Falling snow on your face even after the rain.
And after a life you have spent, after all,
It was done after dark the naming of name's.
Changing bodies with you and yours with mine,
After all perhaps, aren't they now are ours!