Poetry Box #15, 2011 - 2012
A Purpose of Life
by Morgan Bartlett
May 22, 2012
We begin
like a seed
so small
not yet in the world
so far
we’ve been growing bigger
like a berry
expanding in the lukewarm soil
Next
born into a new world
from the dirt
no bigger
than a pinecone
the scion’s
green fingers
sprouting into air
a sapling
healthy
but
fragile
The sun bestows thoughts and wonders
like us, when we learn
from everyone
Finally
now life has started
Like a trunk
thick as a barrel
and leaves
big as a hand
Shall we find a partner
to have part of our life with?
Eventually
our life line ends
and the tree withers
into nothing but ash
Wait
A light shines
just for a little while
then
a sprout rises from the dust pile
with second hope
You never know
When a story ends
there is always a sequel
like the mighty oak
repeating its cycle
