Monday, 22 November 2010

13th Hour

For Sam Whitfield, on his 13th birthday

He was just a grain of sand at the bottom of the sea
Tireless and relentless, paralyzed and only helpless.
Midnight strikes, here swims another wish out of a
Dream. Playing a divinity shouldn't be up to me.

He was curled into a nutshell, our pistachio bean
Clean and unblemished, ready to dig claws into the
Earth. With a fumble of toes and fingers and nails,
Could you cling onto her breast and hair for eternity?

His running heartbeat couldn't keep up with his
Mind. There was so much to see and not enough
Humanity to capture it all, just blink, flake away our
Efforts and expectations. His greatest hour is upon him yet.

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