Ezekiel Soza

the present

a present

a twin

with the same everything

I’ll stop there

long enough to breathe

to remember my name

to remember empty planners on my desk

long enough to see if what I heard

was what I heard

tis the same sun

that Shakespeare saw

the same ground that Jesus walked

is there and I cannot let that go unnoticed

a list of unwritten tasks

etched with blessed responsibilities

demands

I cannot let that go unnoticed

to the plow

with a sigh

with a tear that smiles

to color the day with the hue of labor

and then

to rest