…black birds

…forty-two years ago,

who stood in the same space that holds the kingsize bed that holds me?

once current in their moment-

now current in mine-

pretty black birds upon my earth-

pretty black birds upon theirs-

different ones of course-

unless they kissed the hands of God, and lived to soar again-

i wonder who stood exactly where i lay; turning two million scattered thoughts into one million scattered poems-

and who shall possess the same space, forty-two years from now-

and what did they…

and what will they…

become?

endure?

feel?

forever unknown, yet so deeply connected.

by one simple space.

of one simple land-

by one beautiful God.

what soul(s) share your space?

or do i think too much?

yep!, prob’ly so- 😏

kb ❤️