For Simple Things

(Here’s another poem by Bob Carlson)

A simple thing,
    so ancient and common –
Alpha the first
    an infant’s burst,
Omega the last
    an elder’s gasp .
And in between
     the line of life-
Each breath opening
     a new possibility –
     love, beauty, union, understanding.
Each moment a window
     for light and change,
     and the hope
     for simple things.
       bc

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