Passing Through - Sherrie Lovler

[Larry Robinson]

Passing Through

I borrow this dust
from a lonely planet—
the earth rotting and dry,
scaffolding sent to the heavens,
wanting more.

I borrow this heart
from a warn out soldier
sharing a victory or defeat,
lost in the questions,
lost in himself.

I borrow these eyes
from the one who sees
beyond the surface
into the lagoon of many faces,
into the water of life.

I hold it all, heart in hand,
visions of better days—
freer, more alive.
My longings cast on the mountain,
scattered.

Some held back to ignite me now
as I rise through the blanket of ash
wafting through snippets of dreams—
trying to make sense 
of the path I’m on.

Consoling the losses,
encouraging the remains.

	- Sherrie Lovler