oh life and wretched twist of tears
that burns the sun to pale cinders
and squeezes our dreams to a point
small and black and hard as diamond
and all time stops yet life goes on
the work the steps the blind singing
the evening blues morning gospel
the little dollops of bright love
shared too sparingly and too late
oh life that spins on without end
reveal the gentle touch of hands

(Words and images Copyright 2013©by Michael Kallstrom)