Reasons Why



Ashes to ashes. Stardust to stardust.


Not something you can take with you


But not something you can easily


Grow claws just to clutch at it for a

Best-kept second more.


Only these minutes

And just enough leeway

In between to say

Give me more time - I’ve got a few choice words



Why write?

Why right?


Why do ravens appear at my door and why do I catch fish with such

Clarity when every

Disturbance in the universe (could be?)

Is caused by the tiny spoons with which

I measure


And why should I be writing love songs under a different name

For myself

When I could be

Serenading the wreathed

Sirens that call me

As I go the distance before



There is no wonder more than this.



I really have to say. This poem is beautiful. I'm tearing up.

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