Self-Portrait as an Old Soul

<![CDATA[<p style="text-align:auto"></p><figure><img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/84c03e_0a49b76ee2b04ca7a25a4dc93f634ac3~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1400,h_2100,al_c,q_80/file.png" width="1400" height="2100" title="Image"></figure><p style="text-align:auto"><em>a poem…</em></p><p style="text-align:auto">We waded through history with whistles and humming</p><p style="text-align:auto">that rose from the downpour of love.</p><p style="text-align:auto">We watched morning from our horizon cloth</p><p style="text-align:auto">itself with the winds that carried away our names each day.</p><p style="text-align:auto"></p><figure><img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/84c03e_ffca3b72ab044aa69584ba2df7dec3cd~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1400,h_2100,al_c,q_80/file.png" width="1400" height="2100" title="Image"></figure><p style="text-align:center">Photo by <u><a href="https://unsplash.com/@vklemen?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText" target="_blank">Klemen Vrankar</a></u> on <u><a href="https://unsplash.com/s/photos/stars?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText" target="_blank">Unsplash</a></u></p><p style="text-align:auto">Only some time ago that resembles a yesterday in my mind,</p><p style="text-align:auto">we followed the fumbling feet of crows as they</p><p style="text-align:auto">perched on the branches of the young Odums and the wawas.</p><p style="text-align:auto">Our catapults were as innocent as our feet,</p><p style="text-align:auto">and we meandered through the newly-made farms</p><p style="text-align:auto">that blinked in glory as the early days of a peculiar grace.</p><p style="text-align:auto"></p><figure><img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/84c03e_c069e664fb97484d84d496d0aac82132~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1400,h_933,al_c,q_80/file.png" width="1400" height="933" title="Image"></figure><p style="text-align:center">A dead Dandelion (Photo by <u><a href="https://unsplash.com/@yloryb?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText" target="_blank">Ýlona María Rybka</a></u> on <u><a href="https://unsplash.com/s/photos/a-plant-dying?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText" target="_blank">Unsplash</a></u>)</p><p style="text-align:auto">Days were what we didn’t count.</p><p style="text-align:auto">We dwelt in our mothers’ bosoms, and at night when</p><p style="text-align:auto">demons surveyed our homelands, we were</p><p style="text-align:auto">the only eyes that met the minds between Change and Rebel.</p><p style="text-align:auto">We laid down, sleep-deprived, waiting for a future</p><p style="text-align:auto">that woefully smiled at our innocent, endearing minds.</p><p style="text-align:auto"></p><figure><img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/84c03e_ad2ccd2dc76d4d9d9ae21f1ebd79b8ed~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1400,h_1516,al_c,q_80/file.png" width="1400" height="1516" title="Image"></figure><p style="text-align:center">Photo by <u><a href="https://unsplash.com/@w_lissa071?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText" target="_blank">Wadi Lissa</a></u> on <u><a href="https://unsplash.com/@w_lissa071?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText" target="_blank">Unsplash</a></u></p><p style="text-align:auto">We were friends — one of yesterday and the other of today.</p><p style="text-align:auto">I remember our teeth that knew no fluorides</p><p style="text-align:auto">and our hands that knew no sin besides killing</p><p style="text-align:auto">the innocent but wicked birds that ate my</p><p style="text-align:auto">father’s corn farm away. And, until time pounced on us,</p><p style="text-align:auto">we were those that always settled with the innocent and free.</p>]]>