(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