sacred loom
I lay in the hospital bed.
My senses heightened,
My ears rang with the
tick tock of the clock
Reminding me of the end
of my time.
I see a blurry figure approaching,
Is this what death looks like?
A beautiful woman with eyes full of light.
She looks oddly familiar yet unknown,
She was a stranger wearing my face.
I looked up and it was as if I looked in a mirror.
Me looking at myself?
I must be seeing things.
This person looked the same as me but she wasn't me.
Her eyes were kind,
They shined like gems,
While mine were dull.
Her heart was alive beating fast,
Her heart reflected frolics, adventures, challenges, hardwork, endurance, "Life".
While my heart had the rhythm of a clock's hand.
Tick tock tick tock into an unforgiving middle age.
She lived,
she drove life
while i?
I did my taxes
In my living room
under white light.
And i feel ashamed as she looks down at me
With such pity in those shiny eyes.
I can't even look at her.
The clock , now rusty has stopped showing time.
-Rami
granite turret
tribal cedar