Seen (I See)

seen (i see) —

Again, a smile shouldn’t have a complaint.
It is lonely at the top of an upside-down
mountain, unstirred by a cohort of faith.
Here, the birthday person lies asleep now,
Like “the party” was cancelled for his wake.

I’m life-fluent, but time has its own accent.
Its retort mentioned is easier than my ask.
Its tears of desolation are like spilled milk
on the obscure, where the present cannot
Gift us its future, nor can we live in its past.

I don’t blow out the candles, for it is not my
celebration; but, I remove my own sandals
to admire my fire and forgotten creation.
I cherish every twisted branch and old root –
For a good shade ignores any rotten fruit.

© R|CARDO.

— Ricardo Sexton