From Where?
By Odin Roark

From where comes this breath of confidence?
From where appears the abstract image of mortality?
From where sounds the quiet voice reminding one of the power of the inner voice?
From where does the trusted touch of a surgeon’s hand bestow hope
as you count backward from 10 to 0.

And moments before awakening from 4 hours on the operating table
from where does the kaleidoscopic vision of places unknown
swirl its vortex of energy, imparting the knowledge
that one’s life is still intact?

Perhaps for some,
there are answers.

For this fortunate person,
there are but more questions.

From where might the eternal existence of atoms
find its next iteration?

Mortality.

The waiting game of life’s energy,
often a humble place of gratefulness.