-- Inkblot --

John Herlihy

There I am an inkblot,

A dark stain marks the spot.

Soon rain will wash it away,

For now, it is here to stay.

We all leave a simple mark,

Animated by life, a living spark.

A soul suffused with misty light,

Drawn from the stars of night.

Not many will ever notice,

Not many ever see the lotus.

Seldom do we ever take care,

Even the wind will utter a prayer.

For one brief moment, a splash,

To quietly return to earth as ash.

Leaving behind one thing known,

A soul, a spirit, from breath blown.

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(C) John Herlihy 26 September 2019