on the hollow steps of ghosts am I
wondering if my part in this play remains
even in this spotlight life-
as a dandelion seed
cast up-out upon the winds
seeing, fortunes rise and fall
great, empires crest into decay
so I may –
wondering if my played part remains
never touching the ground to fully sprout
nor meant to be
regardless of this known form on out
spawn cast out among the living sea (of air)
leaving no discernable trail
nor chapters verse
hardly laid a mark upon
for that seems to be the course
for that seems to be my curse
steered by those foul tradewinds
of- my birth.