The Time of Our Lives : Tony Taccone

​The Time of Our Lives
 
This, then, is what we are given. 
 
ten or twenty thousand days
wherein we watch
a billion leaves
born then blush, fall
turn to earth, to silt,
to ash so soft
it will not bear a name.
 
from this black dust
we make our things, clothes
shelter, jewlelry
fiction--
 
stories in which
we seek conclusion,
our highest
and most dangerous invention.
 
for this culling of days
this harvest of dust
gathers meaning only
by our watching, our being,
 
our sensation of
what is forever being given--
that our bodies 
are really only leaves seeking light
 
loved at last
by the wind
 
Tony Taccone