“Eternal Grain”

 

1. A reservoir of ETERNAL grain, encased by an unbreakable

2. glass shell. Their overwhelming opportunity and

3. newness at its peak. Thousands of days, hours,

4. minutes, seconds                 Seconds, minutes,

5. hours, days passing. Losing

6. grip while holding on

7. tighter. This isn’t,

8. it can't be?

9. H A L F

10. Half of a

11. Life ahead. One

12. half      made, half

13. lost, half won. Not so bad, is it?

14. Grains BUILD exponentially but I’m

15. falling, fleeting, receding. So much to be, can be

16. done, but my end is near. The glassbottom nearly here and the

17. t  o p   so far. And when I reach that bottom, grain again, I will become.

 

Katrina Scalise

6 February 2018

(Shape poem)