AGE

You ask for words of meaning, A glimpse into my soul What then if there were none? A delicate tracery of thought dropped into the pool of humanity, creating small ripples; eventually gone. It is as if I awoke this morning and the world had changed. The birds had gone, The sun was no longer there and the small brown lizards no longer lived amongst the stones in my garden. The person I knew myself to be was also gone. You ask for simple songs of joy, Chiming words of gladness... What then if none were found? A gentle echo of laughter remembered and treasured by all who hear; for a time. Lovely but transient. I hug the threadbare coat of age around thin shoulders, gazing into twilight's end Searching for familiar voices and the small grey birds nesting in my garden.
Inge Meldgaard 2004