new moon

i am elated
at the possibility
of afterlife

the correspondence
of which
i can not decipher, there is
always room
for error in future, past has
been set nicely
or not
bonded or - not

one can challenge
emotion, e-mo-tions, life; one can challenge
what has been
determined, its

leverage on incident and regret
but the dream placed
in motion
by a greater good is never
by chance forgotten - for it is more
than blood or marrowed bone
at stake - there is warm soil, baked sweat
furrowed soul

we, (i) chip away
at - the core of
a memory
a cornerstone
common,  a vein laid open in the sun
the same vein
shared equal in surplus
and lack,  woven by

one,
single
thread
unseen, (un)seeable or ever revealed present

but we sleep on
it, at times we fail to acknowledge it,
fail to recognize
it, same as
times children (un)mended fail to acknowledge
the presence of what
some call the
new moon

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2014

dedicated to my brothers and sisters...