Sheep in the snow

Sheep in the snow
Make me go over
everything i think
I know;
I would rather be killed
than kill,
I would rather be tortured
than to torture,
I would rather be believed
than to believe,
I would rather be trusted
than to trust,
I would rather be loved
than to love,
It hurts too much.
The sheep stand
in the wet grass
Watching me
I am watched
As i walk along
the snow melts
Everything seems
So temporary
And you can not
hold snow in the palm
of your hands
Nor hold on to life
Inside a closed fist
It disappears like
the white mist
Only lived here
and now.


About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
This entry was posted in a stranger in paradise, adaptation, planetary life, poetry, poetry in motion, survival, understanding ourselves, wishing. Bookmark the permalink.

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