
  January 1988
  ~~~~~~~~~~~~

  The wild, dreamy eyed woman of yesterday
  went by, her scent as clear as her sway.

  I watched
     the fortitude of a work of art
     the magnitude of a life's part
     even forgot we all enjoy, live
     to see, appreciate, take, give.
  I watched a little more

  A mother walks, her children in tow
  their energy flew, in a blazing glow.
  I watched
     the sins of hatred word
     suddenly turn to stone
     when thought of real life
     meant the taking of a wife.
  I turned away, then

  A bird from the clouds above appeared
  and told me to watch, listen and hear
  his song of infinite words and wisdom
  until it fled from the mind's prison.
  I had to watch, then

  Someone tapped my shoulder lightly
  and told me to leave, very mightly
  and all thoughts of wonder left
  I must have been, clearly, bereft
  and I was watching, then

  I tried to watch some more
  but the feeling was gone
  and my tears slipped before
  they dried, telling me, DONE.

                            - Pedro Sena
