A Finite Tonight

Contemplating my life
as a life in a stream of lives
we call “my generation” or “era”
and we did all fly through history,
following each other through time
like a flock of birds in the sky…
becoming extinct as a movement,
as they all did…not a species….
a temporary adaptation, perhaps
that served it’s time and displayed
it’s feathers and went out like a light.

Which is why humans shouldn’t be
so proud of themselves… how many
bridges they built or wars they won…..

Maybe the genetic marker…fuse…
comes through language, so we find
ourselves marching to a particular drum.,
together with the cultural context…what
you believe in …

...until you learn to look
and thus see ….the only ones that train
in that…the Buddhists, the Taoists…had
their temporary flowering in time, they
also have timelessness, which most can’t
fathom.