By the long count, I’m just a starling
Alighting on a moment,
Flitting away on a spark of light,
One downy feather drifting down in my wake
By the long count, we can be like the lilies of the field,
Carefree and beautiful in just being,
but our arrested moments won’t let us.
By the long count, I do my penance and wait…
In a moment all our moments can drop away
while our souls fly free into the endless light,
skipping away on the sky,
debating their frivolity and value alike.