There’s something about us
that lingers,
that’s more than memory.
Not the world
we manipulate,
but our energy.
Songs that change the words,
when we’re here
and when we’re gone.
Presence
even changes our desire
for oxygen.
So much more than just our cells.
So much more than books on shelves.
Our minds,
our lives,
ourselves,
interact with everything.
When we’re here
and when we’re gone,
we change something,
strong,
and fundamental,
like gravity.
The whole world
turns,
just a little differently,
with us,
than
without us.
Individually,
we’re nothing special,
but to someone else,
we’re a miracle.
An answer
to a prayer,
indivisible.
Nothing of account.
The greatest,
or the least of us.
Rich or poor,
is not how our value
is determined.
Not gold,
or rings,
or things that disappear
in time.
There’s something about us
that we leave behind,
that’s more
than memory.
HG – 2021
