I’ve watched my feet follow dirt

That snaked thru tall grasses and

Strolled into streams of shade.

Soothed by the current and

Cooled by the wind,

I was a fervent immortal

Whispering to leopards

Lost in discussions

Of the old parody.

A gambler’s duplicate die,

A lone hourglassed dune,

A saint’s faded halo:

These were my visions in youth.

Each world could halt.

In my heart, each breath

Could fizzle as waters

Crashed for the sake of the moon.