| Folio Sum SimilisHow incidental, Life,
How precariously sudden;
In the dar of an eye, a lover,
In the flick of a wheel, a corpse.
How is it then we speak of Fate,
Of Heredity, of Providence,
When all that's significant
Is so flippant,
So vulnerable,
So fitful at random,
And so utterly spontaneous?
Didn't you see the change?
Didn't you see them parked that way?
Didn't you see the lights
Racing to a stop;
Didn't you see the blare
Of horns--
Just before it hit you?
What you saw then was flashing
Was rushing
Was gushing all at once
Like the blood inside your head
Like the life inside your chest
Your heart and lungs;
And was like your soul, ephemeral.
But, oh, how its permanence.
Title: from the Archpoet's Confessio, or something; means "I am Like a Leaf," the full line is:
"folio sum similis, de quo ludunt venti" ('I am like a leaf, toyed with by the winds,' or something) |
