Life’s Morphemes

Language alone in darkness

Removed from day’s imitation

Invites quiet as comfort

Closing one’s eyes

Reveals childhood playgrounds

Where companions shared aloneness

Telling of secrets

Once stories filling idle time

While cocooned in tree house intrigue

Such memories

Like under-rock-secrets

In shadowy woods

Forever remain as straying-off-trail-discoveries

One’s finish line for life’s stormy relay

A cross country run through time

Finally becoming the dial-face in the sky

For some

All experience eventually merges

As a lamina among clouds

Embraced by the wind

Where remembrance flickers

Life’s experienced morphemes

Now

At last

Finally

Peacefully

Aligned for posterity

Time’s aspect bears not a father’s face

Nor the big and little hands of a mother

Once gently nudging hours along

Instead

Paternal time now relaxes

 Into enduring actions of love

Like the butterfly finding sunshine

Freedom

And flowers to embrace