Provenance (poem)

Provenance

Your Source

Where you begin and end

Knowing the day will be a new

You get to start again

That time you loved in depth

In faith

The source of rivers grew

The smallest stream has beginnings

As does the ocean blue

The origin of first creation

You are made a work of art

Because everything was placed just so

A body grows it’s parts

Your heart and bones

All organs grow

Start from smallest things

We can’t see with naked eye

Working cells that cling

Mouths that speak

Ears that hear

Your eyes are noble kings

Sometimes to seek

Of something new

Sometimes to keep it in

To see not of

Them things unsaid

Rolled around in greed

The provenance

of taming wild

The breaking of the steed

Not one Immune to the

Great goodbyes

The cutting of a thread

Provenance

Of Everything

ALL things

Begin

then

End

by

arley cox