wishing I were here

by the position of the stars

at the junction of heaven and earth,

resolutely they stand,

pondering those hardships preceding this great banquet of life,

where the perfumed air and sweet fruits have become their feast

as it will be for subsequent souls,

and who, like us,

will have traveled through destined times

wishing like those before to leave the wheel to find the hub,

wishing like those before to extinguish the lights of the city to see,

whose forbearers expanded from their knowledge and suffering

selflessly shouldering the center tent pole all through the night,

keeping it from collapsing while the others slept,

and, who like us,

come to learn

that by saving just one soul

someday saves the whole world