Arab Spring

Spring to summer
Summer to fall

Everything
Win or lose
Is at least in part
The first woman
The first fruit

The man who fell to earth

Where do we go when we die?
How do we know we are really alive?

We are born blind
We listen to her heart
And we begin
The normal arc
of life

Birth.
School.
Work.
Death.

The most beautiful thing a man will ever see
is the woman who will be his wife

The most beautiful thing she will ever see
is her firstborn son

A path to spring
that will turn to summer
and summer to fall
the cold
like a cat toying with a mouse
plays with the leaves on the trees
and tears them down

But something survives
There is a Book in Alexandria
and deep within the fire
Something comes forth
lashing into the world
the last thing I saw
The last thing I heard

We are
never coming home