I am at home.
Ultimately alone.
Individual and independent
from the world around me.
I sit,
wondering about the world at large.
This moment of existence
sprung from things I have no knowledge of.
My original origin lost in history.
I do not know where I cam from.
Some day my body will go into the soil.
I will feed and nourish the ground.
Here I am.
One person.
Placed and collaged into life.
Lydia Workman
Posted by lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:47:58 | Rating: | Views: 41