In the baby’s fist is the first thing he owns, a little ball of air, but soon he tires of this and grabs another, then another after that. So early in life we learn about more, and having more. In more it seems we have eternity, and for years we grasp and grasp, until one day we find that we have less. And then life goes and goes, it floats away, and at the end we find our hand is empty, but for one small ball of air.
~ Ted Kooser, The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book
Photograph: John Mueller
omg… I love that.
the water we tried so hard to hold onto is gone once again, slipped away.
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A whole lifetime in four lines. Loved it.
He is a great writer. Love the truth and understanding behind these words. 🙂