I Crumble Sometimes

 

I crumble sometimes

Like a leaf taken with age,

Sucked of all moist life

By a hot, dust-filled wind.

 

Disconnected from my roots,

My petals fly away

A few at a time…

And I feel as if

I have just been born

Although I have just died.

 

I crumble sometimes

Like paper with lost meaning,

Robbed of all pride

In the sudden turns of slow centuries.

 

Torn from my cover,

My edges disintegrate first

For having been caressed most…

And I feel as if

My soul is being discovered

Although my sentences are disappearing. 

 

I crumble sometimes

Like a monument absently forgotten,

My future and past weathered away

By blind storms and shut eyes.

 

Left to testify alone,

My memories find no purpose

In sleeping bound to fading granite…

And I feel as if

An embrace has found me

Although no hand pauses to touch my collapse.

 

I crumble sometimes

Not because the moments are without hope,

But because I am tired of configuration.

 

As I break apart

All of me…each of me

Seeks for a new life.