This is Life: A Poem by Dalma T Perkins
Time has left its ever purple bruise upon
skin as fragile and tough as newly tanned
Funneled through the cone that is time,
comparing it to a smile that never fits.
Sometimes unlucky to witness the worse
of it, while overlooking the best of it.
Even Perseus fighting Medusa would have
to be something like a fox that is beyond
Celebrating in fits of joy near bonfires both
for festivity and funeral.
Returning to sleep off the consumption of
all scented wines in apartments made to
keep household times three and five.
Individuals twined into a line, being moved
back and forth.
Trying to find a central point to begin anew
and as divined.
Descending from heights yet plotted to
fulfill roles yet perfected.
Learning from philosophers that only knew
of theoretical explanations and not the actual
Shared care of one to another, to another
Following in the footsteps of ancestors who
were of service to their people and land.
Inspired to take each successive seed
through this plan.
Listening through tunnels and the woods for
that one that can meet the demand.
Persistent in enforcing and applying what is
a lifetime of lore.
Never stranding them to life itself, but to the
right side of light.
More precious than the now growing extinct
ivory of animals more majestic and of memory
longer than a whim.
Offering the scent of a future that is both ripe
and sweet as tropical fruit, but rank as a
This is life.