Nothing
I stop to take a breath,
A deep inhaling of life,
Grabbing as much air as I can
My experience of the incessant
Cycle of time
is that it ends too soon.
Noisy waves breaking
Interrupting my desire for quiet
Waiting with a world of drawn breaths
Looking for my shaft of light
Pointing to the next step.
Nothing is mine to own,
Life held for a moment
Then abandoned in trust
Hoping that the next breath
Will be sustained for eternity