I must stop wasting time, respect its worth.
I must stop wasting breath, adore this air.
I must stop wasting dear water and earth,
and beat of each heart assigned to my care.
I must stop shunning sunrise and sunset
as if they were great artworks I deserve.
I must stop screaming insults I regret
each time I repeat them, how my tongue serves
words like swords to gain me power, to prove
my worth. Listen to those haunting unseen
voices, their chants rising, longing for love.
Their souls dwell in the valley there, between
yesterday and tomorrow. They know me
by what I borrow. They see what’s to be.
Roger Armbrust
September 4, 2018
