I'm almost, nearly fifty
that punches when I say it like that
time passes, keeping the conversation going
punctuated, perforated with bands
of wide open s p a c e
the evolving mosaic of a conversation
reflects soulprint
when danced to life
through fragments of art
spoken intimately
the Papal Cross in the park
beams suffering to some,
but welcomes me with its outstretched arms,
aerial, open,
cris-crossed moments of happiness
held on high,
intersecting
in a sort of forever
and then vertical
deep down, underground
I am starting here
for home
