Sestina
Friends, we can all decide to write
something beautiful, relevant everyday.
Some notion or joy we ache to place
into the world, some wisp or trace
of ourselves that we want to leave
behind us- a garden, a gift, a fingerprint.
Our words are our written fingerprints.
We touch the world when we write,
and create impressions before we leave
life unnoticed behind us, so everyday
our words take a shape that others trace
when we've gone on to another place.
Our writing is our voice given place,
and as identifiable as a fingerprint.
Ours. Drawn by hand. Not traced.
It is the means by which we write
out who we are, our everyday
passage, the falling of our leaves.
We forget that any moment can leave
a mark, a dent, can grab and place
us outside the dull and everyday,
can return to us our fingerprints,
our eye color and DNA, and write
chapters we'd forgotten, left untraced.
Because life passes, leaves only trace
amounts of itself in our minds, leaves
so little that if we fail to write
it down, we easily lose our place,
as if we'd rubbed away our fingerprints.
Imagine all that we lose everyday!
So our vigilance becomes an everyday
act of investigation, of carefully tracing
the valleys and ridges of our fingerprints.
We open our eyes wider, we leave
nothing unexamined, and we place
our pens to our paper and we write.
Forgive the inky fingerprints we leave,
since everyday we lose another trace.
We lose our place, ourselves, unless we write.
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