From room to room

I wander

Noticing the altars

Of my life

 

Built unknowingly

Pictures placed just so

Incense burning

In gentle prayerfulness

 

Books arranged

With no seeming order

Only the one

In my mind

 

I see with opened eyes

Reverence for my

Wake, and the passing

Of my energies

 

Into those who will follow

After me, and look also

Upon the shrines

I’ve left behind

 

by Diane E. Dockum

© 5.25.2003