A poem from Prartho Sereno’s recently launched book, Starfall in the Temple
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They say it’s never too late, what with
George HW’s skydive for his 90th
and the hundred-year-old waterskier
who bobbed and waved from my fridge
till his photo yellowed and frayed.
But it probably is too late to become
a rocket scientist or oral surgeon, too late
to free climb Half Dome or perform as
the principal in Swan Lake.
And it’s surely too late to die young.
Still, there may be time
to enter the longing and give ourselves
to what we become
when we turn in its light:
Pitcher of twilight,
angel of glass,
a grasshopper the size
of a young boy’s heart.
A labyrinth of stones, like the one
we discovered in the hills –
that slow-walk to nowhere,
the very same nowhere
we were getting to
so fast.
Starfall in the Temple
by Prartho Sereno
Blue Light Press, 2023, 108 pages
ISBN-10 : 1421835479
ISBN-13 : 978-1421835471
Available through prarthosereno.com
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