Reminiscence no. 1

the color of a toad’s eye

who is always wondering why

when the pieces of your life are rearranged

with roots and sways.

the more you breathe the more you sit

till the breath slows and the sun sets

and lies still

gathering pale light

flaring violet

leaving you haloed

and you weep

breaking the circle

of bird’s songs

gently letting go

into the darkness

you step into it

you’ve had your taste of fire

now you sleep.