April 2009

Full moon and resurrection

In this April of reflection,

Chasing the impossible

Smiling at the possible

Not pausing long enough

To play,

Saying we have time left

Do we really have time left,

The human clock is ticking

The cuckoo is busy flicking

Seconds with its feathers to

The wind,

He saw her with the notion

That perhaps it was emotion,

Some called it full narcissistic

Is it really that simplistic

Do heartbeats ever know how

To fly.

Stephen Nesbitt ©