May

i squeeze the handle of the sifter one more time

and the flour that was the month of may

drifts down into the bowl of my life

leaving its faint cloud of dust

lingering in the air.

as i wrap the memorial day flag

and stash it in its hiding place

until its next appointed showing

a thought tiptoes across my mind

a thought that asks

if i lived as fully as i could have

or if i settled for grape juice

when i could have had wine

the moment beckons me

to plunge beneath its depths

to move beyond a mere skimming of the surface

to sink….deeper…

into a reality where i have been a guest

but never a citizen

i release all that i know

simply let go

and for a brief instant

i feel the connection