Awake In Our Minds Poem by Doris Cornago

I'm
Looking
In retrospect
Life seems a speck
In the universe, gold dust
Scatters collecting in cisterns
Dreams are bottled in streams
Percolating amidst inconsistency
Caught in transition, evolving into
Better versions of ourselves, ages
Congealed in one precious moment
Swinging bridge extends interminably
Mourning losses, life is paused once
Then on it goes into a fancy whirligig
Repeating in billowing time patterns
We are exactly where we should be
The only constants in this formula
X and Y equals Z, see my fantasy
When tired, sound peters away
Night comes on winged feet
Darkness squelches the
Light but we're wide
Awake in our
Minds