One Day – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Lake Amadeus, NT.

“Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.”  Arthur Schopenhauer

One Day

Did I conceive that I wondered as
the idea floated through my mind,
there I stood on sacred ground
my feet bathed in the dust of ancestry,
and I scooped a handful
of this dry, red wisdom as if
I were scooping up water
for my parched throat,
sifting it through my fingers,
feeling the lives of ages,
seeing the future in past, lived, lives,
some of them my own
even not yet birthed,
but being born
and one day they will ask,
not were you someone famous,
rather, were you really Paul?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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