Little Girl, Run Your Stick Along the Rails

Little Girl, Run Your Stick Along the Rails…

6/3/2014

Part 1

Run your stick along the rails

did you ever wonder, little girl,

what’s on the other side?

from beyond your (or my) comprehension

Lay the decomposed remains of those

you’ll never know

or stop to ponder,

“Did their existence matter?”

Do they contintinue to impact us (me)?

Run your stick and giggle

not yet aware of the science behind

the last breath or rigamortis

Who stops to think of death?

Not little blond babies, or

observant loving young mommies

stopping their stroll to rub

stick on post and

feel breeze on skin

akin to nearby kin to

other humans still embodied and

many on the otherside (of the fence)

And, little girl, do you wonder

what of the eyelids of the passed-on?

Is that what first goes?

It’s delicate skin turning, changing form

to something else

drop your stick when mommy

scoops you up

leaving the dead on the other side

(of the fence?)

I snapped your (my) picture (for I am you)

in juxtaposition

beside mommy

from the “Safe” side of the rail metal bars

Not my or your or mommy’s time

to die.

Have we all felt gratitude now

for this breath and moment to

exist, embodied

with the sense to smell sweet spring

and feel sun’s cozy love and

have our sticks rub along fences

that separate us from them

our two sides

what do they have in common?

I ask you, little girl,

and I ask myself

What’s (who’s) on the other side?

Are souls tied to geographic body

or free to combine in ethereal oneness?

Do souls, like chemical reactions

combine to form new compouds

a bit of she and a bit of me?

Are souls born again or

converted or is there an end

(of souls?)

Part 2

Are soul ubiquitous

or inside of us, as in, a body,

(though we are not our bodies,)

are souls infinite or exist in

finite timeliness to be redefined

if recombined as all physical matter

has been and will be?

Should it be any different?

After massive stars die they supernova and

the pieces make planets and

comets and beings

when a huge soul supernovas

should it be any less huge the impact

caused by chemistry (of the mass-less soul?)

Can there be chemistry void of mass?

Do souls make soul soup?

Each scoop a new soul

Do souls get recycled, reused?

Can souls become

red dwarfs or

drift endlessly until colliding

like asteroids in the ethereal aboveness?

Do souls experience oneness

if not currently embodied?

Who can answer me?