58 is the new 58

As child he sleeps
In bed he sleeps
In sleep he dreams of mother

As boy he plays
In school he plays
He plays to be his father

As man he works
Ev’ryday he works
He works to heal his brother

Now it is evening, they are still.
There’s a place he wants to arrive at with her, a calm solid centre where they’re together in silence or laughter, exhausted or exuberant. Everything else grows from there, strong and enduring, far-reaching, always exploring.
Always, there they still are at the centre.
Always, their souls languid with longing for each other.


Inspired by Misconceptions. Photo by Fred Ni.