As time dissolves
to no return, I'll be the urn
that still keeps standing,
loam-based, tall,
holding in essence,
what I am and all
that I will ever be
and can sustain:
Silent, earthen
and earthly,
I stand to be.
yet-
my shy moon shadow
would love to sneak
out to my far away
sun shadow and speak
in the language of fools,
debating....
I am in the middle,
full in the light,
silencing them,
left and right,
both, that I had
been creating.
