Everything Will Be Found
My daughters will not recognize me
Aas I pass over after death. Over time
I have become my journey. Drifting
up to the end like so much plankton.
Particles of myself called history.
There are no tracks here. Crossing
and re crossing this mystery.
My understanding shackled by what
I think I know. Messages others have
laid down and covered over. Nothing
will be lost if I think this. I will be found
later in words and deeds by someone else,
my cell walls fallen through. No one thing knows
how to hold on for very long. Find me
somewhere else.
Susan Bazett.