by Kevin T. McEneaney
for Liz and Sharon
“The light shined through her, not on her.”—Liz Faulkner
Our lives are fleeting like a spider web
lurking in dusty corner of a house,
yet the web we spin during our life
lasts longer than spiders, less than turtle
or magnificent eagle. We aspire
to more than we might achieve with good luck
and must be satisfied with compassed lot.
The joyful Yes in faces that we meet
along the path of life bring oxygen
to inspire us to achieve what we can.
Memories of precious moments, friendships,
achievements travel into history,
which itself will become an antique ghost
like the toasting click of a parting glass,
like a map charting untold mystery.
