We begin like the universe
then are tethered to one
yet alone
Through the keyhole to reality
a flopping fish
exercising lungs for the first time
A wiggling tadpole
grows to a scurrying frog
then a hop
a skip
and a jump
we are upright
and in motion
Our reach for the sky becomes shorter
our brains expand with a stocked chemical library
we interact with many
we merge with few
we race to catch up with time
and we do
The stanzas of our lives
have their sharps
their flats
their bad rhymes
their grating melodies
and drunken tempos
along with
laughing lyrics
magnificent crescendos
and haunting melodies
We are each other’s symphonies
and soloists
and whether we move
together or alone
at larghissimo or prestissimo
we are playing in the same direction
The last stanza
is where we all end
no repeat
April 10, 2020
Day 10 of 30
Day 4 of 100
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