When Did You Do It Last

When did you last hold the hands of a child looking up to you saying nothing, the eyes brimming with tears speak. When did you last give some grains to the bird pacing your backyard searching food, the collapsed wings it can’t open shrink. When did you last sprinkle some water on the sapling fighting the sun in your garden drying fast, the drooping leaves refusing to fly away stick. When did you last see the golden sun rise spreading colors on the horizon lighting up, the smoky sky inviting for you a new day waits. When did you last sit under the full-moon sky wearing a crown of stars shining high, blue night drenching you in mystic ecstasy ornate. When did you last look deep within your life wasted in vain pursuits enticing you long, the resting place the weary soul fails to locate. November 9, 2017.